Gone to Greece
Well, I have arrived! After five and a half months, I finally made it to Greece and to my fella. The journey, which I will describe in a future post, was not nearly as traumatic as I imagined, and my short connection in Frankfurt given an extra boost of time by an early arrival.
And now I am here in my beloved Santorini. Though not all the usual suspects made it this summer, two of my best gal pals are at least here. It is very quiet for August, but not so much as to be sleepy. I'm so grateful to be finished with the daunting flight, and to finally be here, sipping rosé on my rooftop patio, warm Aegean evening air kissing my skin.