Active Tours in Greece: Hiking, Sailing, and Mythic Landscapes
The first crack of dawn I recall inside the Cyclades broke purple over a chain of islands that looked like dozing whales. We slipped the lines in Paros and motored out previous the harbor wall at the same time as fishermen hauled octopus off their strains by hand. An hour later, the sails came across wind. The boat leaned, the sea turned a deeper blue, and the horizon flashed with white chapels. That changed into the birth of a week that stitched mutually limestone paths, q
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The first crack of dawn I recall inside the Cyclades broke purple over a chain of islands that looked like dozing whales. We slipped the lines in Paros and motored out previous the harbor wall at the same time as fishermen hauled octopus off their strains by hand. An hour later, the sails came across wind. The boat leaned, the sea turned a deeper blue, and the horizon flashed with white chapels. That changed into the birth of a week that stitched mutually limestone paths, q
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