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Greece Diary

“Can we have a bottle of…” Leave it to our Daniëlle to arrange everything perfectly. The friendly staff member at Sani Beach interrupted her understandingly and immediately said: “Of course, madam, you want water?” Silence. “No, not water…” And sure enough, there she was walking outside with three bottles of cava. For the road, so we could spend the bus ride to the airport in style. With a filled glass, strong stories, and a workout for the abs in the form of hysterical laughter.

Three days in paradise are over, but live on in the photos and stories. Of Kiki and May who surprised the bar’s piano with a quatre mains flea market version. Of all the ways we thought of to illegally take the tin mugs that our gin mules were served in (didn’t do it, though). Of all the attempts to analyze every dish we ate so we could make it ourselves at home because my goodness, it was intensely delicious. Of falling asleep on the warm, stone beds in the spa. Of the stretched golf cart (which we called our Uber-limo) where we fit nine of us with some pushing and shoving. Of the dead battery of the golf cart that we eventually pushed up the hill (some called it a mountain) with our own hands. Of the rooms where a small nuclear disaster seemed to have taken place. Of the designer bag parade (the haul: two Chanel bags, two Louis Vuittons, two Guccis, a Chloé, an Isabel Marant, two Mulberrys, an APC) and of our somewhat eclectic music choice that ranged from Avicii’s (vfrom Avicii’s) “Wake me up when it’s all over” to “Hey, bus driver.” That last one was indeed after the gin mules and during the pushing session up the hill.

Sani Resort in short, you were amazing. We can take on the world again. But keep those gin mule mugs ready, because we might just suddenly show up in front of you again.