After a 50 minute hike winding around a spectacular olive orchard, meandered into a tiny village on the island of Amorgos. Flitted
about, popping into some shops and cafes, watching the locals chat with one another while the children darted about kicking a soccer ball.
With the sun setting, slipped into a trance, sat mesmerized by the activity, little cup of tea, a spell has been cast.  As the night progressed, it turned
cooler, so settled in at a quaint restaurant where I happily glued myself to a comfy wooden chair, entranced and enormously smitten by a group of
greek old men amusing themselves with idle banter, countless smokes, bottomless drinks and fabulous folk music.... if only I knew what
they were chatting about....most people have a package of smoke, this gaggle had a carton on the table...

really, what more needs to be written.... an unforgettable, magical, and spellbinding evening... thank you Sotiris....

Amorgos. Greece. 2005

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