ENTRY FOUR — July 11th 1986 The Spectral Exploring Santorini became our favorite past time. One hot, sunny day we decided to venture beyond the local chapel to see if we could discover a way to the shoreline on foot. To our joy, the path wound its way through the low scrub-like bushes until we came to the crest of a small hill. The Mediterranean — in all its shimmering glory — spread before us. We carefully followed the steep slope of the path downward. Suddenly, what seemed like a mirage appeared on our left. There, on a deserted stretch of beach, stood a postcard perfect Greek café. A squat man with a huge grin greeted us. His equally round wife followed behind. We ordered cold drinks and scanned the menu. After a delicious lunch, we
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