Wednesday, June 8, 2011—Kolymbari, Crete, Greece
Still in Kolymbari. Still sick. I packed up the morning and was getting ready to leave, but in the end couldn’t do it—I simply didn’t feel up to it. Fever. Body aches. Chest congestion.
Moving on tomorrow no matter what—I’ve gotta get out of here.
I’ve had no anxiety attacks for nearly forty-eight hours. This has got be a good sign.
Still in Kolymbari. Still sick. I packed up the morning and was getting ready to leave, but in the end couldn’t do it—I simply didn’t feel up to it. Fever. Body aches. Chest congestion.
Moving on tomorrow no matter what—I’ve gotta get out of here.
I’ve had no anxiety attacks for nearly forty-eight hours. This has got be a good sign.
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