Thursday, January 3, 2019

Farewell Zakynthos

Our last night is perfect. Zakynthos town enchants us. Dinner in Argassi is breathtaking. The outdoor garden. Bohemian design. Perfect cinnamon Sangria.

So hard to leave Villa Dionne. It's Greek charm. Peaceful pool. Sophie and George--the sweet cats who want to be loved, but aren't always sure how. The swallows--watching the babies grow and almost learn to fly right in front of our eyes. The way the swallows dive in and around again and again circling Villa Dionne in celebration of this magical place. Chickens clucking. The sacred olive grove. The bats diving in and out of the surface of the pool on the hunt. And our hidden owl, hooting to welcome in the twilight

Zakynthos--thank you for welcoming us home and back.

It's only the beginning...

Sophie was pregnant and had her kittens somewhere during the big rain storm!

Perfect place to finish TRAPDOORS

Zakynthos Cinabar in town 

Enchanted at Plakaki Rocks

Everybody feels better. One last day for the four of us to adventure. Across the peninsula, Plakaki Rocks proves to be a sacred send-off.

The hike down is precarious, as it should be to protect such a breathtaking beach. Like I imagine landing on the moon might feel, we ascend to a white plateau and then traverse to an outcropping, the edge the world. I gaze out upon the most beautiful ocean I've ever seen.

The turquoise water is just that. Real pools of melted turquoise it seems. A gift from the land and sea.

We cliff jump. Snorkel. In and out of waves, spot eel and dive with more schools of bright and striking fish. The ocean takes care of us. Shelters us. Opens windows to a world so precious and alive.

Atop I meet a lovely girl from Italy. Grayson cliff jumps with a group of Greek and Italian guys. No language needed. Only laughs. Only smiles. Bridges crossed. Barriers broken.

I take one last float in that sea. That remarkable see the welcomed me for my birthday.

The birthplace of my grandparents across the Sea in Nemea.

Stathis, our host, tries desperately to contact the municipality in Nemea to help me search for birth, marriage, death records of my family. But nothing that far back. Destroyed by German bombings in WWII.

So with my family. My dear friends. I piece it back together on my own. Through my novel.
Through the ocean waves and every sunflower here on the island.

Greece, I am here.

My loves

Building bridges in the Ionian

Let me stay let me stay let me stay