Corfu: 38 Years, 1,150 Years, and Me
Corfu wears its history like a second skin—1,150 years of invasions, ruins, and faded Venetian paint. I spent 38 of my own years here, thinking I’d absorb some of that permanence. But the truth is, you never really belong to an island. You just borrow its mornings, its awkward silences, its stubborn olive trees.
There’s a photo I never posted: me, standing in the old fortress, squinting at the sea. I look like I know where I’m going. I didn’t. I still don’t. Maybe that’s the point—some places outlast you, and all you can do is leave a few footprints, then go.
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