“My dream was for your grandmother to meet you and for you to meet her!” “Grandpa it doesn’t matter, it’s like I met her, you have told me so many stories, in every corner of the island.”
Stories and people praise the place where they were born, sitting one afternoon under the summer sun with wine and plenty of blue. The summer dream in Greece, transcends the natural beauty and enters the soul because our grandmothers are still alive in the alleys and the smells and colors that are indelibly preserved by the love of the people for the soul of us all.
