G R E E C E !

  After a 50 minute hike winding around a spectacular olive orchard on the island of Amorgos, I meandered into a tiny village little village nestled in the hills.
Lots of mucking around popping in shops and peeking into cafes watching the locals chat with one another, children darting about kicking a soccer ball.
With the sun setting, and sipping a little cup of tea, a spell was cast.  As the night progressed, I slipped into a trance and sat completely mesmerized
by the activity.  At a quaint restaurant later that evening, I happily glued myself to a comfy wooden chair and became 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 smokes, this gaggle had a carton on the table...

d spellbinding evening... thank you Sotiris....

The Island of Amorgos, Greece 2005

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