My first time in Greece as soon as I stepped off the plane I was assailed by a sense of fragrance: the country I had so long yearned for was there, in front of me; the soil once trodden by Minos, Theseus and Ariadne was under my feet. I felt surrounded by histroy, as if the past had survived up to that moment or had come back to life. I was noticeably indulging in that sweet sensation long waited for. The mountains were dry, burning in the dazzling light of midday. the rugged natural beauty of the location was a sight itself. I was smitten with the colours, the scents of dry herbs, the sea unfathomable shades of light.