Wind billows through the open windows of my brother-in-law’s car as we negotiate a series of hairpin turns where Mount Pantokrator meets the sea. Below us lies the village of Kalami, beloved home of novelist Lawrence Durrell. Judas trees flaunt their brilliant purple blooms against a backdrop of snowcapped peaks. The silvery leaves of centuries-old […]
My sisters called Greece home for many years. It was the first place I experienced "foreignness," unable to read the alphabet or understand what people said, and the first place I learned to immerse in my surroundings.