In a move that has provided a much needed salve for my itchy, restless little (read: giant) feet, today I booked my ticket back to my beloved island. I shall step into its sandy, sunny embrace, on June 18th, a warmth into which I plan to nestle for the rest of the summer.
I can still remember the reason we chose Santorini, whilst on a round-the-world trip back in 2007 – because it had ‘all those white houses on the cliffs’. And I remember, when I said it, I was thinking of a photo on the wall of a Greek deli I worked in whilst at uni. That photo, that snap decision, sparked one of the greatest love affairs – in all its ups and downs and full, blinding colour – I have ever known.
Chill the wine lover, I am on my way.