Near Sangri, Naxos, Greece."Harrrrgh". It's that exasperated sigh that my husband Steve gives when he's intensely frustrated, so frustrated that he can't even kick anything or throw something. It was windy, cold, something you wouldn't expect on a Greek Island, but this is Naxos, land of irony.
It was strange enough to pass by souvenir stands selling chipped candleholders with "Santorini" (the name of another island) written on them in Sharpie marker. But to be prattling through a rocky, uninhabited, Mars-like terrain now on a bargain scooter, which we couldn't get past, oh, 25 mph, was almost too much to take in. But then, how would I know we were only ...Read More