The Subtle Greecian Tide
There is a beauty to Crete and the people that will forever linger in my heart. There is a magic that happens that is so raw but lasting. I was escorted to my apartment by the director of the school… it was literally a rocks throw away from the Mediterrean Sea. I was introduced to the wonderful Polish maintenance man who immediatly offered me a shot of ouzo. I gladly accepted.
The building had five stories and roof access. The room was a very large studio with a kitchen-et and a balcony to boot. The very first thing I did after a wonderful day at school was to load up on the local kiosk fruits and vegetables. I walked home and cooked up one of the best/freshest meals of my life…Feta, Olives, Wine and Tomatoes, I then poured a glass of wine and went to the roof. I sat and watched the tide… I watched leather skinned people of all ages play on the beach and in the water. I watched the sun go down, and after a bit I watched myself relax into the stunning environment… a place as mystical as the wonders of Eden.