Way up north of Shipwreck Beach we pack it in and travel across the island and up the coast. Searchin for another magic beach (and even the spot where we noticed a few naked lovebirds the day before while on our boat trip! LOL) We arrive at a secluded, white stone beach cove. We're dying to swim across to the shore, yet the water's just too choppy. But we inhale the view, once again enchanted by this unearthly Ionian Sea. So grateful to be here. So grateful to be surrounded by people I love.
Stop at Shipwreck again (can never get enough.)
I speak Spanish to a vendor who speaks Italian. We understand each other! (If only I spoke Greek, too.) We laugh and smile and he tells me..."With good people, it doesn't matter what you speak!"
Aint that the truth.
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