I miss the sound of the Aegean Sea. The smell of its breeze. The voices of ladies chatting in the sunny alleys of Santorini, with its blue roofs. I need a Gyros strolling around Mykonos. I wish I could dive in the sea of Rhodos or get lost in the Cnosso labirinth. I need to look upward to the Acropoli, absorb the delicate power of poetry and philosopy, the  spirituality of Patmos’ monastery where time seems to have stopped. I think of Corfu, of Argostoli and its bays, of the village of Volos and the misteries of the Meteoras. All I need is a bit of Greece.