Elounda might be just 23 miles from party-tastic Malia, but it feels like it's worlds away. Peaceful, beautiful, and apparently very windy, Elounda is a small fishing town on the Northern coast of Crete. Frequently visited by the likes of Lady Gaga and Leo DiCaprio, Elounda does private and quiet very well - much better than luxe favourites, Santorini and Mykonos.
Looking down at the veil of early fog floating above the city, I felt energised. It wasn't yet 9:30am, and I had already walked up a steep hill, had a wholesome breakfast, and done tai chi with a Master of the discipline - and all at one of Hong Kong's greenest vantage points, Victoria Peak Garden.
I still loved. I loved too much. But it was unrequited. New York City had been honest all along, and I'd been swept away by a dream that existed long before the city did what it did to me, creating my addiction with it's nebulous, intangible wizardry that always left me wanting more, and again.
We all know that language is more than just a set of words. It's the backbone of an entire population, providing an identity, connection to history and a togetherness. So it's no surprise that many Hong Kongers are feeling adrift right now.
We had been in Hong Kong for five days, marvelling at their mild December. Through osmosis, I'd learnt even more about the culture than I already knew. But there were still parts of my history that I hadn't really considered until I was here, having dinner with long lost everyones and watching everyday life play out for the people who shared my DNA.