A summer spent in Greece…that sounds like a plan. And it became our reality when once again, I packed Kingsley, his IKEA high chair and our bathing suits for five weeks of living like beach bums in a little village called Saronîtha located on the coastal waters of the Saronic Gulf.
Erroll gave his blessing and shipped us off for this Kimgsley’s fourth trip to the Motherland. Scheduled for back-to-back flying then a month on Reserve meant we would hardly see him. Plus Ramadan was beginning AND the hottest part of the year upon us gave me no incentive to remain in Dubai.
Every enticement of a Grecian Summer made its way to me: a chance to educate Kingsley further on the language, the culture, the food. Have him make friends with local little ones, see his second cousins, practice sea bathing and learn to climb rocks and cliffs barefoot. Oh and for me there was swim, tan, eat, walk, explore, take photographs of beautiful things all around us…