We arrived on time and took a shuttle bus to the sleepy village. On the way we passed the same hotel I stayed at during my first honeymoon, the terrace overlooking the sea was unchanged, save a coat of paint or two. That was 1979. Lots of sun, lots of beer, and a Henry Miller book-"Portnoy's Compliant" I believe. Fond memories!
We walked the streets taking in the local atmosphere and creating new memories. And finally an Ouzo and grilled calamari at the water's edge.
It was a sweet day!
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