Crete: Sensory Overload

My Midwestern senses need time to adjust to the endless beauty of this land. For now, I can offer no more than scattered pieces: a peek at the land, a taste of her fruit, a whiff of her fragrance, a brush of her hand, a whisper of her wind. If my camera and my words weave the parts together just so, then you might also perceive that which lies beyond the senses: the mystery of Greece, the magic of Crete, and the power of stepping out of your known world and into the unknown.

Welcome to my fairy tale.

My room in Marianna's house

This is the sun that my sister gave to me 

that I brought with me that I hung over the door to my room:

This is my bed. When I lie here, I feel like a fairy tale character, 

like Goldilocks, but invited and satisfied:

This is the back wall of my room. The house is 12th century Venetian. 12th century! 

At night, before I fall asleep, I listen for stories that the stones might tell.

Just outside my room is an open area used to dry herbs.
Everyday, I breathe sage, cypress, laurel.