Skiathos

I spent much of the early part of the flight looking out the window spotting places I’d been: Calais could be seen clearly as could Brussels, much of the German Rheinland and Bavaria. I gazed out the window for hours longing to be down on the ground driving the Autobahns and Bundesstraßen, radio playing loud and windows rolled down – much better than being stuck in a tin can, even if like today there were quite a few empty seats. Continue Reading →