It was September when my friends and I finally landed in Greece, a dream vacation twe had been planning for years. When I stepped out of the plane, the warmth of the sun, the scent of the salty sea breeze, and the sight of the blue horizon welcomed us.
My first stop was Santorini, with its iconic white-washed houses and striking blue domes. They wandered through the narrow streets, stopping at local tavernas to sample moussaka and sip on ouzo. I explored the island and drove up winding roads, stopping at a cliffside to take in the breathtaking sunset—the sky a blend of orange and pink, reflecting on the Aegean Sea.
The next day, I ferried to Crete, where ancient ruins awaited. I marveled at the Palace of Knossos, imagining the vibrant civilization that once flourished there. The days were filled with hikes, boat trips, and endless conversations under the stars.
I realized this trip was more than just a vacation—it was a journey through time, history, and friendship, a memory that would stay with me forever.