Aegean Dream

The sunset in the Aegean is unlike any other. The turquoise sea, the rebellious wave. Behind the olive leaves, the treasures of Bodrum greet the opposite coast. Amphoras call out from the deep. Coral is now the color of the sun. Oleanders start to speak on the roadsides.  The song of bougainvilleas falls from the whitewashed walls and mingles with the poetry of my grandmother's geraniums.  The smell of fig leaves emanates from the garden. A cool breeze blows from the sea and whispers to the laurel softly. Tables are set in honor of Dionysus and a toast is proposed for Aphrodite. Fishes jump over the violet waters and the wicked sea urchin wriggles. We all have already fallen in love in the Aegean. Halicarnassus is dignified in all its glory. Blue Voyagers salute the fishermen. The Aegean Dream begins. A dream that never ends.
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