November 2014

Secret Santorini

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The celebrated island was not as I had expected; the skies were overcast, and only a few wandering souls dotted the winding white lanes of Oia (“EE-ah”). An older man sat on a creaky wooden chair in front of a convenience store, skillfully yet casually weaving baskets of wire. He had the face of someone […]

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