Once a year, in the springtime, we board a plane with K, pickup a friend on the way and hike up some mountain in continental Greece. We tell stories, have laughs and confide in each other. When we return, we barely see each other for a year.
We had never hiked with K on Chios, except for a single outing, along with dozens of other people. It was about time.
We wandered about guided by a satellite photo and borrowed instructions. There was no visible footpath most of the time. And now, we will have more stories to tell.