Crete, Day 9: The scorched-earth buffet and the redhead meatball whisperer
Crete, Day 9: The scorched-earth buffet and the redhead meatball whisperer Let me tell you something: nothing quite says Greek island holiday like waking up to a full-blown Saharan tactical assault. Yes, that fine layer of African sand that’s drifted across continents only to settle lovingly in my sinuses, cling to every surface like a…
