Frothy frappés, salty seafood and sheek inexpensive cafes, tan people
with dark hair and bright eyes. Humid breezes, rocky beaches an clear
cold water, sweet people offering assistance without being asked.
Sunsets over the volcano mixed with local wine and cheese samples.
Huggingthe curves of the dusty mountaneous roads on trusty quads.
Smiling into the island air with a carefree outlook, trusting destiny
like a child trusts its mother. Because whatever happens in the
future, nothing can change this moment. Nothing can alter this perfect
grecian memory. Tanning on volcanic rocks, soaking up a genereous sun.
Island Life holds few worries. Eating is easy. Enjoying is easy. Sleep
comes quickly after a day in the sun. Santorini was a mixture of what
I expected and, as always, what I didn’t. I expected white washed
houses and royal blue domed houses, I expected tzaziki sauce and
gyros. I expected blue water and long coast lines. I didn’t expect
such hospitality and unselfish generosity and liberty. I felt at
ease. I felt, like I was sipping on an ice-cold cocktail of freedom on
a warm sunny day, watching people zipping by on motos and feeling the
salty breeze blow through my hair. Greece, is like a best friend you
know you’ll never forget no matter where u r in life.
I’m on the plane ride back to Madrid, not so anxious to end such an
amazing trip that I’m not even through digesting. Which is a lovely
thing about travel. It stays with u for a while, even after ur home in
ur house. You half forget that you’re not there anymore. Almost order
your coffee in a different language. U mix the most recent past with
the present and it’s a beautiful mistake.