At first, I didn’t really want to go to Greece. I was longing for somewhere quieter, a little more off the beaten track. But my friends convinced me — and I’m very glad they did. :)
So off we went. A few days together, swimming, eating, wandering around and taking the ferry from one place to another.
I brought my analogue camera with me, as I usually do on holidays.
I love that you never really know what you’ve captured until much later. By the time the film comes back, you’ve almost forgotten the pictures you took — and suddenly there it is all again.
The blue plastic seats on the ferry.
Our captain in his flip-flops.
Watermelons piled up outside a little shop.
Scooters parked wherever there was space.
A cat sleeping in the shade, completely unbothered by the world.
White houses in the midday sun.
That very particular Greek blue.
Salt everywhere.
And then the evenings.
The light getting softer, the heat finally lifting a little, boats floating quietly in the distance.
Sitting by the water and watching the sun disappear behind the mountains with nowhere else to be.
Not necessarily the places we went or the things we planned to see, but the small details in between. A colour. A funny little scene. The feeling of warm skin after a day in the sun.
Conversations that somehow last for hours when nobody is checking the time.
And my girlfriends, of course.
There’s something very special about travelling together when life at home is usually full of things to do.
For a few days, we got to just be there. Swim. Talk. Laugh. Eat. Repeat.
Looking through these photographs now, I think that’s what summer feels like to me.
A little messy, a little sun-faded, salty and slow.
And somehow, never quite long enough.