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Left with a broken heart, Kristy travels to the island of Mykonos, Greece. She falls in love with the food, the culture, the atmosphere..But is that all she falls in love with?
Follow Kristy during her adventure and dive into the bli...
We stayed in the water until the sun went down before heading back to the town of Kolitsani. Walking the streets at night was peaceful with the dim lights illuminating the vibrant blue doors and cobblestoned streets. We kept walking hand in hand hearing live music from a distance growing louder as we got closer. "I told you the party would still be going on" "That music is coming from the wedding we saw earlier?" I said in shock. "Didn't I mention us Greeks know how to party?" He said with a smile making me laugh. We turn the corner and are met with vibrant string lights, long table after tables places in the streets feeding the entire town. In the center of the street were twenty to thirty people huddled in a circle linked shoulder to shoulder dancing the traditional Greek folk dances.
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"Wow!" "Come dance with me!" "What? I don't know how to dance like that!" "I'll show you how, come on!" He grabs my hands and leads me into the crowd and the people happily unlink to let us join the circle. I'm shuffled to the other people's movements. Crisscrossing my feet to the left, then back then to the right. I try to follow the beat of the music and watch the movements of the crowd as they kick their feet up and forward, moving from side to side, crisscrossing their legs to the point I thought they would get tangled. The lightness in their steps and the springing in their knees was just as lyrical as the music playing in the background. What looked like the groom jumped to the center of the circle in a separate dance. Jumping up and kicking his feet and springing his knees, the circle broke into their own different dances or just gathered around watching the groom and clapping along to his moves.
An older man came up to Eros and took him away to greet the bride. Eros kissed her on both sides of her cheek like I've seen Europeans do and he walked the bride back to me while in Greek conversation. "Aftó eínai ómorfo Kristy mou. Pou eínai apó tin Amerikí" he said to the bride and she replied. "Eímai charoúmenos gia séna Eros" "Den miláei elliniká" he says and she nods as Eros looks to me. "Kristy, this is the bride, Eléni Constantinou" "Hi. It's nice to meet you. Congratulations on your wedding day. You look beautiful" I said politely shaking her hand. "Thank you so much. It's nice to meet you too, Kristy. Stay and dance, there's still plenty of food" She says but quickly gets pulled away and meets her husband in the center surrounded by dancers. "How do you know the bride?" I ask Eros. "She's the daughter of one of my suppliers, a fisherman" he says with a smirk admitting this whole time he did in fact have connections to this wedding party.
I look back to the bride and groom and notice people beginning to wrap the couple in a train of money taped together. "What's going on?" "It's another Greek tradition. Money taped onto the new married couple's garments as a wish that good fortune be rained upon them" The dancing broke out again with the start of another song played by the band. I swayed my body to the music as I just took in the sight of Eros. Eros did the same dance as the groom did in the center of the circle as his bride looked on. It was as if Eros and the groom were serenading us women through the art of dance. Watching him move the way he did was mesmerizing, like watching a Greek God. We stayed and ate and danced together until the early hours of the morning. We took a cab back to Eros's apartment so we wouldn't have to walk all the way back or walk through the town of Chora, since my feet were exhausted.
