Not the best time to go away; having just heard "yes" from my new fiancé.
But promises made on another day cannot be broken, not today.
So for better or worse, let's get on the train; then catch the plane and not complain.
It's early still as we land on Saturday; get ready, Greece, we're here to play.
This alphabet's funny, was my first thought; my train ticket's wrong, best not get caught.
With sister sought, and a bit of forethought, it was time for Athens: let's get taught!
To the Acropolis, where the Parthenon is; then dinner thereafter, no time for a quiz.
What a city - a historical juggernaut; but to bed now we must, sister's fraught.
Up early again, a ferry to catch; here we are, Naxos, in our little hatch.
I get the rave, it's a beautiful patch; if it's beach you're after, there are likely few that match.
Checking in at Summer Dream; my sister and I make a perilous team.
But never mind that, we have gyros to snatch and sunsets to catch!
What a view we had atop Mount Zas - where Zeus was hidden, or something like that.
Then down to the car, all the way back; time for a treat, time to get fat.
Special mention to the baklava ice cream cigar; I don't know its name, but I know it's a star.
All right, Filoti, thanks for the snack; don't you worry, we will be back.
Breakfast attacked, lunch is packed; ready to go, with beach gear stacked.
An abandoned hotel for the first act; a swim in the sea, before it gets packed.
A walk beneath the blazing sun; to a beach nearby, where we got undone.
Let's get going, it's time to retract; but not before a stop for that baklava ice cream snack.
Big day today, and what a beaut of a day; and a good thing too, 'cause it's boat trip day!
Off we are, out of the bay; the crash of the waves washes my thoughts away.
How lucky are we to swim in this sea; so clear, so blue, so ideally.
To Kato and Ano and Rina Cave; we wave away our breakaway.
Mamma mia, here we go again! Greek yogurt first, then off to find the kouros men.
Another hike, that's right, we didn't know then; how hot it would be, we do this time and again.
Nevertheless, what beautiful scenes; over the towns and fields of Melanes.
Yes, perhaps it's no playpen; but how worth it is, if you can hold your zen.
And so begins our journey home; the ferry now feels monotone.
But still a bit of time to roam; enough food to fill a hippodrome.
A nightly walk back to the sheets; counting alley cats and backlit streets.
There may be a slight sad tone; but there is no doubt, I'm excited for home.
For let's not contend, everybody wants a never-ending weekend.
For me now, though, this holiday must end; my heart is drawn to my lifelong friend.
But I can now say I am at peace; to have seen a slice of Greece.
And if I may, I would recommend; come to Greece, and bring a friend.
"Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea."
- Nikos Kazantzakis