Greece is a dream—and with it, so is the top of my bucket list. From the moment we stepped onto those sun-bleached cobblestones, everything felt suspended between reality and reverie. The Aegean stretched endlessly in shades of turquoise I didn’t know existed outside of postcards, while whitewashed buildings clung to cliffsides as if placed there by ancient hands.
Like all dreams, the moment passes by in a blink of the eye. With the heat on our skin, the genuine smiles of our kids and ourselves, these happy memories are now etched into our hearts, and we’ll remember the summer of 2025 forever. Greece will forever live in our souls.
