Okay. It seems several MyBloggers-ites are curious about "the girl of my dreams" I met in Greece. It's all sort of silly, but it really happened.
I went to a jazz program (two Greeks playing sax, piano, and guitar, plus singing) in a very small "theatre" (150 seats) in Naxos City. Top (fourth) row , end seat. Perfect hilltop spot with a great view of the setting sun and later stars.
Soon, a man about 55 came in with a stunning lady, much younger. Married? She chose the seat right next to me on my right, he next seat over.
I said hi and started up a conversation. He spoke perfect English, she spoke French accented English. Father, daughter vacationing from Quebec, Canada. (Mother spoke only French, so that was the household language.) The young lady was only 21 but acted so much more mature. And, she loved swinging jazz (as do I).
We all had to look to our right to see the musicians, so I could sneak glances at her without her noticing. She was beautiful, graceful, a knockout with an intoxicating perfume. And to hear her talk, it was love at first sight. She took my breath away.
We had "on the house" wine at intermission as we continued to converse. With her smile, laugh, accent, charm, looks, figure, etc., who wouldn't "fall in love"? Great music, stars, wine (something like "wine, woman, and song"), and a gorgeous young lady, made for the perfect evening. It felt like the best date ever.
Suddenly, the music ended and they quickly exited. I was too dumbstruck to holler, "WAIT!! What's your name?" She left no Cinderella-like slipper. In a flash, they were gone. I didn't have my camera (flashes of performers is rude), so I have no photos, either.
So, indeed, I have only two things, my memory and my dreams. That will have to suffice. Ah, but what a wonderful memory!