It's All Greek To Me

I'm sitting in paradise. I'm pretty sure that life doesn't get better than this (of course, all those I love dearly being here would make it more perfect - but that's just implied). If I had to leave London, than I'm glad it was to find this place. I arrived in Athens, Greece on Monday and today I arrived at Agistri - a small (700 people) island in the middle of the Saronic Gulf, an hour off the coast of Athens (on a fast Flying Dolphin) or a ten minute boat ride from the larger island, Aegina. It's also known as Angistri or Agkistri. And however you want to say it - it's beautiful and quaint and blissfully peaceful and everything a Greek Isle should be.

I'm staying at Rosy's Village - which is the most precious white washed collection of buildings on top of uneven levels of rocks, that I've ever seen. The sea is visible from every point of the place, whether walking down narrow stone paths through tropical overhangs to get to the traverna or standing in my room looking out the window. It's better than any picture could capture. As I walked around after my arrival (Rosy's son came to pick me up at the port, from my ferry), with my welcome glass of wine in hand, I breathed deeper than I have in weeks. And I thought that if the word relaxation was a picture, it would be this.

I've had a few brief adventures in Athens to remember - the Acropolis and Parthenon to name a few. And I have my last weeks in London to recount. But for now - my spinach pie has arrived, the waves are crashing up against the rocks below me, and I can see the sun beginning to lower. I'm a happy, happy girl.