Entry 156, August 31st, 2011, 8:11pm (GMT +2)
Today is the last day of August, and on the back deck I felt something that I haven't felt for months. It was a cool breeze – the first sign that the high summer's grip on the Mediterranean is beginning to crack. It felt good; refreshing, even. I've been living in a nearly endless summer since I began this contract six months ago in Panama. A bit of change will do me good.
In a larger sense, it is the first indication that my life here on the Grandeur is beginning to slip away. I have four and a half weeks left on board, and from this point on everything will begin to change again. I look forward to it – the fluidity of life here has hardened into routine. I know how to get to Rome from the ocean, I know where cheap sushi can be found in Barcelona, and I know how to go to Cafe Del Mar without spending sixty euros on beer. I know how to do this gig, and while I can always come back to it, it's time to move on.
That being said, I plan on enjoying my last month here. There's plenty to do still, and plenty of friends to drink beer with.
Change is in the air.