Forget Me Not

Chapter 2: Καλώς ορίσατε στην ελλάδα

When we finally landed in Athens it was nearly seven in the morning. The flight had made me nauseous and groggy, but I was excited to finally of made it to Greece. I sat in the airport thinking of what to do until I could check into my Airbnb; I was googling for necklace repair shops and found one within walking distance. Lugging all my luggage to the shop wasn't easy but I didn't have much of a choice; when I entered the shop a small man at the front desk smiled.

"What can I do for you miss?"

I exhaled heavily as I released my luggage, "I need to get a new necklace made."

His eyebrow raised, "Well that's a rare occurrence. What happened?"

I shook my head and laid my blackened necklace on the table, "I don't know. I was on my plane and it just-it was fried."

His eyes were huge as he studied the necklace. The man took my necklace in his hands and studied it with his wondering eyes and then looked over at me, confused.

"Let me take this to the back so I can get your information from the computer and then you can have it back."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"You'll be in town a while? Because these take time to replicate."

"Yes, I'll be here for a few months."

I waited patiently for the man to return my demolished necklace to me and used the time to catch my breath. I pulled out my phone and studied my island picture; I had to know why seemingly this island caused the total annihilation of my necklace. Perhaps this island has whatever magnetic force that the Bermuda Triangle does and that's why my necklace combusted. Or maybe something with the plane-

"Ma'am."

I turned to my left and the man was holding my necklace out.

"I'm not sure what you'll wanna do with it now but it's yours to keep, I've got the information I need."

I signed some paperwork about consenting to the duplication of my data and gave him my phone number to contact me when my necklace was ready.

Well, what do I do now?

The bustling streets surrounding the airport discombobulated me. I struggled to walk, hold my luggage and read directions at the same time. I had some time before I could check into my Airbnb and I had no idea what to do while I waited for check-in. I sat my bags on the cobblestone road and pulled my phone from the pocket of my pants; messages from my mom poured in and I dialed her number.

"Hi, Mom."

She let out a deep sigh, "Oh honey thank goodness. Is everything okay? The flight was good?"

"Yes, everything went fine. Just waiting to check in now."

Her voice was soft and deep, "Okay. I love you and remember what we talked about."

I rolled my eyes, "Yup, I love you too."

The summer heat pounded against my skin as I began to unravel my tourist information guides and dial for a taxi. I laid myself out on the cobblestone wall and listened to the muffled noises of chirping seagulls and rushing oceans through my headphones that played the perfect "summer in Greece" songs. A pair of gold sunglasses shielded my eyes from the sun and a breeze flew past my face, messing up my hair. I thought about the island and my necklace and without any anxiety. I didn't know I'd ever think about my soulmate under the circumstances of relaxation and peace. Perhaps I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Perhaps there was a reason for it all. Perhaps I'm being naive, perhaps I'm right.