I retraced some of the memories that formed Field Guide to the Lost Flower of Crete along with doing new research in the form of notes and photographs.
Michalis Paraskakis and I sat in parks and cafes discussing our work while looking out at the sea.
I also went swimming as often as was humanly possible with outdoor showers provided directly on the stairs from where I entered and exited the sea.
A Greek stranger, soon to become a new friend, asked me if I had a car and I said, “No, I have feet.” He stared at my shoes and then said, “I go hiking in the mountains each Sunday with friends. You’re welcome to join us.”
Seconds away from the apartment where I was staying were three active archeological digs where I could watch the sifting of soil in search of history stretching back thousands of years.
Now I’m diving back into a full work schedule grateful for this island-time of renewal.
It all sounds and looks idyllic! Thanks for all the pictures. The archelogical dig would be fascinating.
It was indeed all truly amazing.