Once in a hot while we would roll off our beds and into the sea, wallowing in the underwater world of colorful fish, shells and plants, before again retreating to our incubators.
When we after a couple of days eventually mustered the will and strength to lift our heads and look up, we discovered dazzling sights of mountains, rolling hills, and an amazing diversity of colorful trees, bushes and flowers. Rocks and cliffs were decoratively protruding into the sea, one of the closest ones occupied by remnants of a Byzantine fortress.
And from there it was all gloriously uphill: On my next swimming spree I went ashore and started climbing the stairs towards the ruins. Almost there, I was met with signs of Privado. Usually, that’s something I don’t take very personally, but being in the land of the Godfather...
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