Well, we’ve arrived on Mykonos. So much has changed. Or is
it we have changed? Time may answer that. Or not. But, no matter, the creative juices are
flowing, and CNN is tucked away, lost in the white noise background of
competing local craziness, not trumpeting breaking news inside my eyelids. As I said, things have changed.
Everywhere. It’s palpable.
But I’m not going to talk about that this week. This is time
for easing back into the old life, and what better way to do that than through a
return to the sea, the source of all life.
So, here’s a photo essay taken on a spur-of-the-moment
sunset run between the island’s new harbor in Tourlos and the old port in old
town Mykonos. Nothing fancy, just a
quick jaunty cruise with friends in their “zodiac.” It’s precisely these sorts of unscripted moments
that remind me I’m home again. And what
else can one hope for than to be back among so many friends who are more like
family—and allow me to play the crazy uncle. :)
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| We're off! |
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| Entering the old port |
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| Huddled masses |
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| Our Captain's imitation of the Statue of Liberty, Greek Style |
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| A few ships along the way |
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| Dusk, and time to move on. |
Until anon...
—Jeff
