I’ve seen only a dozen sunrises in the last year, a handful of them from airplanes crossing timezones. The rest have been in Greece – while dancing on the shores of Little Venice in Mykonos, and this past weekend, in a car, on our way to souvlaki breakfast after clubbing in the Gazi district of Athens.
My times in Greece can be summarized in four words: girlfriends, food, dancing, laughter. Time just warps here. Timezones become obsolete. We eat when we’re hungry, not when the clock says so. We dance till exhaustion, or when the lights come on. And we stroll ancient streets in Plaka, at the foot of the Acropolis in between.
Life needs to be lived like this. Coffee with friends, late lazy lunches on romantic hillside cafes, laughter and storytelling with strangers, moments of family, gratitude, wonder and joy.
