Magnetic Greece

Travelling is like dreaming: an open dimension, paradoxical and confused. For us it became a kind of “adventure inside adventure”, discovering away the beauty of our relationship.
With you I loved the Greece magnetic and pure, piece of earth pounding by the sea - smell of ancient glory mixed within oleanders, unstoppable chorus of insects, sea, white and blue sea: the colours of a flag.
In Greece everything seems to be slow and ipostatic. We've been in holy Delphi, where the oracles still advise; and magnificent Athene, sleeping in the car.
I really enjoyed the time spent in Mani: extreme south of Peloponnese, a red and lonely finisterre in which we celebrated my birthday. So we moved by moto in the place where Saffo died, in a desperate jump. Here finished without ending what I started: a magic adventure with my love.