Our final moments as Grecian goddesses were spent high in the mountains of Heraklion where we rejoiced in typical Grecian style with some other (not so graceful) tourists. Walking through the tiny but quaint village above the clouds , we were greeted by none other than red wine itself. I mean we are in Greece. The food came steadily as we watched the folk dances of the Cretan community (and as I Googled to better explain their typical dances – light and jumpy and extremely cardiovascular – was pretty spot on).
We danced the night away, food babies in hand.
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Greece you will be more than missed, but this honeymoon is not over yet!
