Summary
For the second time that morning the capricious wind was wreaking havoc. Warm, arid and scented it may have been, but it was an irritant nevertheless. At seven in the morning, bleary-eyed but willing, I had stepped out on to the tennis courts to avoid the searing mid-morning heat of the oh-so-typical Aegean day. My attempts to hurl down Rusedski-style bombs at my opponent, however, were being cruelly thwarted by the elements.
As the ball sailed into the air prior to connection with my flailing racket, a gust of wind would send it careering out of reach. It was neither elegant nor effective, and, really, it should have served as a warning.See the full content of this document
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Blown Away
Four hours later, I was cursing again. This time I was out on the open water and, for the third time that morning, trying to recover from being dumped in the sea. It was the first day of sailing class and the Greek God of the Winds was again trying to teach me a lesson. Just moments earlier, we had pi...
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