As someone who detests crowds (and people in general), I was only too happy to wander the quiet rural villages in Zante during my stop in Greece. There is something so pure and sacred about a place that hasn’t been tainted by commercial tourism that it gives the feeling of having stepped into an alternate universe.
That’s the thing about alternate universes. Once we’ve had a glimpse, a sniff, or a taste of what life could or should be like, our entire outlook changes, and it becomes almost impossible to go back to the life we had before.
All we have left to hang on to is the memory of that glimpse, which alone is more pure and more sacred than any other kind of life that we are forced to lead.