So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?
In which we acclimatise nicely to villa life.
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I am a complete Turkey
All of this to explain how I come to make a snap decision — a bad one — on the ferry between Rhodes and Marmaris.
The sisterhood of the travelling pants
Rhodes, sunshine and the (brief) return of Paris
The minotaurs aren’t real, the minotaurs aren’t real
He scrawls his number on a card. “You have trouble, you call me, Alexandra.” (The Greeks love my name.) “Just call,” he urges, eyes crinkling around the edges.
White Islands
Have I said this before? How wonderfully disorientating I find it to land in a foreign place after dark, not knowing what to expect when you wake the next day…
An unsettlingly big place 