Nothing makes you realise how little you need than living on a 30ft 60’s boat on the Mediterranean Sea.
With only a bag of belongings and the ocean to live off, you adapt your lifestyle pretty quickly. For me it taught me some pretty simple- but god damn important- life lessons.
People are good.
It’s been a shitty year. To be honest it’s been a fucking slog… But there’s nothing like travelling to make you realise that people are just fundamentally good.
Seeing visitors to our island homes quietly enjoying their environment, or spending time together laughing and looking at the view and sighing, made me realise how many lovely people are exploring the world feeling lucky to just be here.
When we left the islands, and said goodbye to the families who run tavernas and had taken care of us, they made us little wooden boats with the Island name on them. Even though they were (and still are) in the middle of a crisis there was no end to their kindness and nurturing.
It’s important TO always remember; People are generally good.
We use way too much of everything.
Our fresh water tank on the boat was tiny and we had a cold bucket for a fridge which was, let’s say, less than reliable. After a couple of weeks living in a floating camper van, you’re forced to question just how much stuff you really need.
Q: Do I need all this packaged food?
A: No way. We could just buy fresh food day by day when we need it.
Q: Do I need to waste all this fresh water?
A: Nah. I’ll just wash dishes in the sea, then soapy rinse them afterwards. I could even shower in this crystal clear water and rinse myself after too.
A lifestyle that makes you realise the importance of how much you consume and use is no bad thing, and now ive definitely taken on habits that are much better in the grand scheme of things.
There’s nothing like silence.
Now this probably sounds like the big fat joke to anyone that knows me because i’m sure it’s impossible to imagine me as the silent strolling type, who eats alone at cafes thinking about the world. But, plot twist! Nice to meet you. I know All I chat, laugh and make silly noises and am busy, busy, busy. But silence is golden.
Why did no-one tell me about it? Bobbing along in the middle of the sea to our next island, or taking a walk through the isolated narrows streets of the towns was everything to me here. I adored it.
You need to do nothing sometimes, especially since we live in a world of everything. Nothing is important. Nothing is everything.
Local food is real food.
I don’t care what adverts tell you; those tomatoes may have been succulent and fresh when they were picked in Morocco a week ago, but by the time they get here they’re sprayed with layer upon layer of chemicals. Plus, your money just isn’t going to a great place.
The tavernas we used to frequent had crooked cucumbers, odd shaped, juicy tomatoes the size of your fist and every type of herb under the Greek sun. I loved knowing where my food came from. But better still I loved knowing my money was letting an old Greek man carry on what he loved doing; Growing and providing food for locals.
Now that i’m back in the UK, I reaalllyyy want to seek out all the best local farmers markets in London so I know that my purchases support the local communities and my veggies are fresh and healthy (smiley jazz hands emoji) !!