Lynda Bruce is a dear friend, and a visual artist who has been painting for as long as I can remember. Her art is a visual feast. The colours are lush, the scenes enticing. I can sit and contemplate her paintings for hours. I get lost in them.
Recently, Lynda entered a CBC contest called the Great Romantic Getaway Giveaway. Listeners were invited to send in stories of their ideal romantic getaways. The good news is, she won! (Congratulations Lynda!) She has given me permission to post her entry here. Enjoy the trip to a small island near Crete, and then visit her new blog by clicking the link under Writers and Poets, on the right.
Here is Lynda’s story:
Imagine taking a boat with your lover to a tiny island just south of Crete, the southernmost tip of Europe. From here you could almost swim to Africa- almost. The boat is full of tourists. It is 11 am. You swim, play in the turquoise water, have lunch in the restaurant. It is paradise after bustling, polluted Athens. There is nothing on this island except Lebanese cedars growing in white sand, the restaurant, and buried ruins which date from early Roman times. Rumour has it that Pontius Pilate stopped here on his way back from Lebanon one day and scattered the seeds- it is the only other place in the world where these trees grow. At 4pm the boat will leave the island, as it does everyday, taking everyone back to Crete. Everyone? Not everyone. You and your Sweetie are hiding behind a magnificent cedar, giggling. It is quiet. It is forbidden. There is no wind, barely a wave, no birds, no insects. It will be the only time in your life that you will experience true silence. Your wardrobe becomes very simple: flowing diaphanous scarves, artfully arranged, or nothing. Sun on skin. The sea is warm. The tourists will come back the next day at 11am, and when they leave again at 4, the fun begins anew. Your imagination can fill in the details. You will stay here for 3 days in a state of total romantic bliss. You will always dream of going back one day. I know I do.