The Storm

 I imagine that storms in Corfu are fairly typical at certain times of the year and the locals are used to it. When I saw there was a storm coming, I thought “oh ok, a few days of rain, thunder, and lightning”. I didn’t consider the power would go out, the lightning would strike the antenna for the WiFi and the ocean would rage, coming far too close to my Airbnb for my comfort level. The sound of the lightning striking those antennae was something I don’t think I will ever forget. 

Call me spoiled, but with no internet and intermittent electricity, I made the call to get the hell out of there. 

With my one bar of cellular service that was unreliable at best, I managed to change my plane ticket, book a hotel room in Paris, and schedule an airport transfer on Welcome Pickups. 

Thanking the universe the entire time, I dropped off my rental car, got to the airport, boarded my flight. It was late taking off because of the storm, but you can bet I sat on the tarmac, smiling my head off under my mask.

It was great to see Corfu, but I was ready to get out of there.

So, hello Paris. Good to see you again.