There is a moment — somewhere between the first sip of morning coffee on a caldera-facing terrace and the last light dissolving into the Aegean Sea — when Greece stops being a destination and becomes something more like a feeling.
It is warm and ancient and unhurried, the kind of place that asks nothing of you except to be present.
Greece carries the accumulated weight of myth, stone, and light — a weight that becomes lighter, somehow, with each passing day on its shores.
