I write this Saturday afternoon on my deck looking out on Loutro – so small its main ‘street’ is a sidewalk that bisects restaurants and gift stores that line its crescent-shaped shore.
Being back here is such a treat that I can’t help but wonder if we didn’t unintentionally save the best for last on this sojourn of ours through Greece.
I’ve allowed myself plenty of idle day-dreaming time on this picture-perfect afternoon during which I’ve pondered the speed with which our time here has passed. The trip that, in its planning stages, seemed to offer endless days has come to a place of being able to count our remaining days in Greece on one hand. (I can assure you that the only thing getting each of us on that plane next Friday – is the commitment we’ve made to each other to return again.)
The surrounding countryside is harsh, home to goats and sheep that graze on its acres of wild thyme. Hiking trails cross it, looping past remains of structures dating back to the time of Venetian and Turkish occupation and providing water views so stunning that you must pause to absorb them. On our last Saturday in Greece as we followed one of those trails, I couldn’t help but think of this song from the 70’s by a group called The Sandpipers. . .
“Come Saturday morning, I am going away with my friend. . .
We’ll Saturday-spend till the end of the day. . .
just I and my friend.
We’ll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles . . .
and then we’ll move on. . .
But we will remember, long after Saturday’s gone.”
Happy Easter to all of our friends in Greece. And happy Saturday to you all. Hope you will also have a Saturday that you remember long after it is gone.