kaimaki

It's been a real resinous few days, in between kaimaki mastic ice-cream cones and these aromatic komboloi I got in Hydra that feel like smooth dried black cherries. Tonight's my last night in Athens. I walked home from this little joint Six D.O.G.S. near Monastiraki where I'd gone to hear some music with friends, just a'thinkin' about women and glasses of beer kind of feeling with the long wooden picnic tables and cigarette smoke outside, hot Greek boys with black curly hair and stubble swarming around, Greek girls with great hair and just-so sans-souci polish. So I walked back in the cool night air, faster than the subway anyway and good to breathe. I think my compass is one of my favorite birthday presents ever, midnight moonlight navigation by compass and acropolis.