Remember the skinny guy who picked me up on the morning I arrived to Parga? He was one of the twins. The manager. The other twin was the chef.

While their mother Nafsika would sit at the restaurant every night and smile at the customers, the twins would yell at the staff. They yelled at anybody and everybody, even at each other! I later understood it was their way, and I no longer took it personally. But at the beginning of my summer I struggled to comprehend how the boys would shout at me during the day, but would cheerfully invite me for a drink at night.

Although both very skinny (too skinny!) they were also very charming. The chef was closer to my heart, but my Polish friend was besotted with him.

And being a good friend, of course, I let her experience her summer romance with all the ups and downs. It seemed like there had been some history between them the previous summer, and things didn’t go so smoothly this time around.

There were rumors the manager went out with a different girl every night, so I tried to stay away and not get involved. I am a believer in eternal love, as you know. Or was back then. We did have some sweet moments (a hug here, a drink there, a day trip in between) and for that I was grateful.

If my heart was not very much into the twins, it melted the moment I saw the guy from Romania. He was staying at the same house, but not working at the restaurant. He definitely stood out – he had blond hair and light blue eyes (don’t ask me what’s up with that. These days my preferences are very different!), he wore faded blue jeans and white sneakers, and his ‘don’t care’ attitude was very sexy. He fit the role of a holiday romance perfectly. And not only for me, but for many girls who came to Parga that summer.

Then there was the Greek god. One day during that summer he walked into the restaurant and greeted the twins. Family or friends, they were obviously related. And I literally stopped what I was doing and couldn’t take me eyes off him. I couldn’t explain it. I was drawn to him. I stayed close to the three of them trying to listen and understand, which got me nowhere! On the way out, the guy told me he’d come back next day and take me to the beach. I couldn’t say ‘no’ to the beach, of course, and in reality I didn’t want to say ‘no’ to this friend, so mesmerized, I agreed.

The following day he picked me up with his scooter and drove me to the most beautiful beach I had seen in my life up to that moment – Lichnos.

We hardly talked, but did plenty of looking. The beach was vast and truly gorgeous. The guy who took me there was the Greek God. And that afternoon was… Let’s just say it didn’t go as planned for some of us.

Summer passed by quickly. Soon enough I was on the bus back to Athens listening to The Blower’s Daughter, trying to convince myself, that ‘can’t take my eyes off you’ part was about me. And why wouldn’t it be? He asked me come back. He sent me off with kisses. I promised to come back.