[For Part I — Milos: the alleys, wander over here.]
This is why I nearly boarded an international flight in a bikini.
There is nostalgia to the sun on your back and the sea in your hair, the slightly damp clothes from the last dip into the Aegean. These waters are gravity to me: they envelop me in a hug I do not want to break, they pull me in and feed my reluctance to leave. The afternoon of Friday, July 27th found me on a sailboat in Milos, Greece with the Aegean sea-foam splashing onto bare legs. That evening, I was due in Athens. The next morning in Rome, the next evening in Atlanta, the morning after that in Mexico City.
This is the story of how I brought my salty hair across the world, of the Greece I carry with me.