I Just Think...

I just think that living in a little village of winding steps, flat roofs, decks, hills and clear skies might be an adventure.  Imagine waking every morning, opening the shades to take in a sleepy little town where no one else was stirring, existing peacefully in that moment of calm, sipping your tea or whatever it is you prefer.  Listening to the ocean, watching the shopkeepers roll up their doors, opening stores, restaurants with pitchers of water, cafes with old men, their stories and reliving past memories.  Just a few more minutes of peace before a little chaos called a cruise ship comes in, soon the streets flocked with tourists wearing their hats, sunglasses, sandals, women in white cotton sundresses, men in shorts, t-shirts and leather flip-flops.  They'll stop by, pick up some jewelry, a few kitschy souvenirs, maybe something beautiful to be shipped back home. They'll tour the chapels, taste the wine, get some sun, enjoy a salad with feta, tomatoes, cucumbers and a slice of lemon in their sparkling water.  Before heading back to the boats, they'll sample some olive oil somewhere, enjoy fig preserves, and have a little gelato.  Sweat and tiredness will overcome them as they get back on the boat and take the long walk to their room.  You'll be returned to the peaceful, quiet village, enjoy your grilled fish or lamb, honey in yogurt, ouzo and go softly to sleep with the window propped open, fan blowing, and cool white sheets to help you rest.