Live in the sunshine
Swim in the sea
Drink the wild air.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
On this particular day in Paros, we rented bikes from a shop along the waterfront in Parikia, and adventurously set off, sans map, to explore the island. We knew we had to get up and over a small set of hills in the center of the island that served as a geographic divider between the towns of Parikia and Naoussa.
We stopped near the top of the first killer set of hills to take in the view.
Pedaling on, we finally crested and cruised, exhausted by our rickety rental bikes, onto the windswept roads along the beaches on the other side of the island. Our efforts were rewarded by beautiful beaches tucked away into coves of wrinkled rock.
We concluded the day with an afternoon in Naoussa. That evening hosted a slow-creeping sunset that we watched develop, like a fog rolling in, from the beach before returning to our campsite.
A Heightened Sense of Things 
I was just looking at this post and remembered how those two boys took one of our empty pints. Then filled them with sea water and convinced their (guessing here) father to drink the salt water. He promptly spit out the not-so-sudsy “beer”.
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