"There’ll be no more wine crossing my lips this holiday"

Lefkada, 5pm and I’m standing on a jetty. My husband, his sister and her husband are standing on the boat that is to be our home for a week. 
"There’ll be no more wine crossing my lips this holiday"

The boat is called “Sophia,” and she’s tied to the jetty by two ropes.

Sophia looks pretty, bobbing on the water.

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