I fancy Greece holidays. Pictures of cloudless skies, perfect blue seas, turquoise water, radiant sunshine, pink and orange sunsets come to my mind. Sculpturesque white houses nestle along hills. I could escape to Corfu, stay in the picture villages, hike from one to another. Or the Rhodes – the old part of the city still has paved streets and is known to be ever so peaceful. Santorini is said to be the island of romance with wines that will make you sing in delight. There is a fantastic restaurant called 218o around there with gasping views on of the Caldera, the mysterious volcanic islets. I want to see the elegant columns of the Parthenon and the temple of Poseidon overlooking the sea in Athens. And indulge in their vibrant cuisine in a local taverna, enjoying the loud laughs and clinking of glasses of Ouzo.
Each picture makes me feel closer to the history, the gorgeous views, the wow colours. I can imagine myself walking barefoot in Cyprus on the oh-so-white beach, along the transparent water. In some parts of the country, you can even see historical ruins when scuba-diving – how very unique! The night life is said to be extraordinary too, how about dancing all night long?
And of course, of course, I would need to stroll through a Greek market, try the street food, fill my luggage with leather treasures and jewels and souvenirs of all sorts. Open shoes, a gentle breeze, a feeling that life is all yours, that you could do anything.
A little dream of Greece …
(Now, where did I put my passport?)