Parting is such sweet sorrow

It's morning. We have to leave. We have to return to the cold Spring days that still feel like March, to the business of unpacking and food shopping - to say nothing of cooking our own meals. We are taking with us oil and honey, the tastes of Western Crete, but I shall miss the sun and the perfumed hillsides over which we have tramped.

Have I said this before? I think so.

I love Crete