If you have been asking yourself that for the past days, then I must apologize. Every summer the gregorific clan goes on a holiday. There is usually a sweet spot where I can not only get internet signal, but also have a spare moment to collect my thoughts, and send them out into the ether. But alas, this year I found no sweet spot. I dropped off the radar, went dark, abandoned The Net.
And...you know what?
The bad news: You must guess where I was.
Here is Clue Number One:
The American poet Edna St. Vincent Millay describes the location like this:
"All I could see from where I stood
was three long mountains and a wood
I turned and looked the other way
and saw three islands in a bay"