The Greek islands.
I took in a big breath of salty ocean air and smiled as we made our way down to the marina.
“I knew you’d love it here,” my stepdad, Nico, said.
His family was Greek, and he’d spent many summers visiting his grandparents’ vineyard not far from Athens.
“The Saronic Gulf is beautiful,” he said. “We’ll visit some of the islands, then head over to the Mikonos and the Aegean Sea.”
“What about Santorini?”
“We’ll definitely make our way to Santorini.” He smiled.
“We’re not going to be at sea too long, are we?” Mom asked.
Nico and I shared a look. Mom was a landlubber if ever there was one.
“The islands are close together,” Nico said. “But I don’t want to spend
the whole time anchored near an island or in a marina. We’re chartering a yacht so we can have the freedom t
