Active Tours in Greece: Hiking, Sailing, and Mythic Landscapes
The first dawn I count in the Cyclades broke crimson over a series of islands that gave the look of snoozing whales. We slipped the lines in Paros and motored out past the harbor wall even as fishermen hauled octopus off their lines via hand. An hour later, the sails found out wind. The boat leaned, the sea grew to become a deeper blue, and the horizon flashed with white chapels. That was the begin of every week that stitched jointly limestone paths, quiet coves, and the fe