We have been ensconced in post-vacation reorientation for about a week, having spent 16 days in Greece splitting time between Athens and the islands of Rhodes, Symi, and Kos. I am sorting my 3400-plus photos and reliving the trip. Each place was special, unique, and memorable and I do not want to play favorites, BUT there is something about Symi that is magical, as cliched as it sounds. I hope these photos provide a smidgen of its charm.
Remember planning for Memorial Day Weekend and the anticipation of a daily stream of succulent tomatoes and sweet corn, post-BBQ evenings sitting with the mosquitos, and pork roll sandwiches on the beach. We blinked and summer was over. It’s a cliche to speak about the speed with which it passed but somehow it’s too appropriate to ignore.