She pushed her way in between DP and me and onto the little perch that we had found to watch the sunset at the very end of the village of Oia… at the very end of the island of Santorini. When you, your-lovely-self, have an opportunity to witness the mad rush for the perfect sunset-watching spot, you will know that finding this sweet little whitewashed perch was no small breakthrough. If we had been on the moon, we would have stuck a Canadian flag into the lunar surface to mark our discovery. Oh Canada!
I laughed quietly at the brashness of our tiny sunset party-crasher and then joined CJ on her stone bench. I indicated to DP that he should move away from our little club’s newest member but he had no idea what I meant so I gestured ever-so-crazily that he should move down the steps. Immediately.
She was pushy – it was true – but she was also exquisite and she’d walked right into my photo. Her black and white skirt filled up with wind as her red scarf tried desperately to escape. Click.
She was as lovely as the sunset.
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