Sifnos, My Ithaka
Some time around 2012, my son was doing his PhD in Nottingham. He had a Greek friend in his group who was marrying a Greek girl. His parents came from Athens, hers from Thessaloniki. The parents were arguing over where the wedding would be. The kids decided on Sifnos! My son came here with the wedding party. Half an hour after he stepped off the ferry I received a call. "Dad..," a long pause, "...I think you need to come here." My son and I are very close, and very similar in our views and tastes. A few months later I came to Sifnos with my partner at that time. Half an hour after we disembarked from the ferry we were sitting in a portside café. I had ordered the local traditional dish of deep fried chickpea balls, revithokeftedes, a caper salad, and some chips. I bit into the chickpea ball; assailed by the scent of herbs, the warm breeze coming over the sea, the picture-postcard beauty of the mountains, the sea, the sky, the beach; something significant shifted ins...