Dad and Caitie left me on Naxos Island three days ago to make their journey back to Montreal. As the Naxians sympathetically noted, "the holiday, it is over, ne." Sadly for them, it is, though I'm sure they had many happy reunions once back on Canadian soil. For my part, I took my last two solo days to do things Caitie didn't like - hiking Mt. Zeus, the highest peak in the Cyclades (at 1001m this is only impressive if you leave out the height) and vainly trying to rid myself of tan lines on a nude beach. And of course
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