The air was different. It was warm and wet and salty. Strong scents of smoke warred with the stifling scent of diesel throughout the streets. Every now and again, I would catch the fresh scent of jasmine that made me pause in place, nearly desperate to catch the scent again - and capture it. It was sweet. We’d passed numerous restaurants and unlike at home, I could smell the food being prepared within the building on the street. Warm spices wafted in the air, and my belly growled in hunger my eyes refused to allow me to satisfy. There was just so much to see, I couldn’t find it within me to take the time to eat. However, waves of garlic and oregano tickled my senses with every passing of a restaurant and I remembered, from my extensive research on Greek life, that both garlic and oregano were staples. I didn’t hesitate to share this fact with Calix as we walked, hand in hand, along the streets and walkways. When he mentioned the stifling scent of diesel, I also informed him that for the most part, the Greeks used diesel-fueled transportation.
