We spent all day on a Friday soaking up sun at a rocky cove at a craggy beach, lying amidst the pebbles instead of in the sand. I was burnt red. It was unforgettable. I was lying all alone four thousand miles or more away from home, looking into the clear blue Saronic Gulf in the Aegean. The cliffs of Sounion were just a few miles down the road. Waters sacred to Poseidon lapped against me, hardly anyone in sight, a natural mountainous beauty that made me drunk. I let my body just rest, not a worry, for the first time in months. I wished I could continue for years in this idyllic suspension.