There’s a very specific kind of arrogance that sets in when a flight is going well. You’ve boarded without incident. No one has argued about overhead luggage. No one has removed their shoes and committed crimes against humanity. You’ve got a drink in hand and, in a moment of wildly misplaced optimism, you start a…
Crete, you magnificent, sandy beast. You know it’s time to leave when the island itself starts coughing you out like a goat hacking up a hairball of raki-soaked tourists and dead sea urchins. Day 10 in Crete, and Mother Nature decided to throw a party of her own. Not the good kind with souvlaki, retsina,…
Filed under: poolside drama and dinner redemption There’s something magical about a lazy day in Crete. You wake up, pretend you’re going to be productive, and then immediately slide into a sun-warmed lounger like a seasoned professional. No guilt. Just SPF, smugness, and a vague plan to maybe move later. Day five was supposed to…