Greek to Me

In the summer of 1988, late August if memory serves, spent a week sleeping on the beach with high school Swedish exchange sweetheart/sweet tooth after failing to find a room available anywhere on the schlocky Greek Island of Covfefe besieged by Eurotrash on Holiday, where we made love under the stars, bathed in the sea, and buried our backpacks in the sand when making another midnight run into town for more wine and Toblerone.