Even as a Californian, for me winter feels like the time of hibernation, nights by the fire, reading novels, being cozy. In this internal time, I find my thoughts wandering to far away places, the summer light, balmy evenings, and the late setting sun. With our family's year away as an almost graspable memory, my wanderlust has taken a specific shape - I yearn for Bali, and I dream of Greece.
I'm slowing wading through the 25 thousand photos I took during my family's 11 months away. I have found plenty of garbage to toss out, but I am also uncovering all sorts of treasures that I didn't quite realize I had. There are pictures of Otis and Lilah gleefully enjoying the freedom of being out of school for the year that are personally precious to us. And I have discovered a trove of abstract photographs that inspire me in a whole new way.
But what I want to share with you today is a glimpse of Corfu. Think of sea side tavernas with tables in the sand, of drinking rosé and eating freshly-caught fish at lunches so long and late, that they creep into the dinner hour. An island with cobblestone streets and architecture in beautiful decay. Markets packed with plump stone fruit. Sunsets that seem impossibly vibrant.
When I told P that I was putting this post together, he said "It's like buying a bikini in winter."
If you dream of travel this time of year, where do you go?