On Santorini, wine flows easier than water. On Rhodes, I ate the grandest seafood feast of my life—
and probably yours too.
One memory I have of this place is blowing kisses to an elderly babushka standing on her balcony draped
in black . . .
A little introduction to Schleiermacher demonstrating the systematic relation of a prior methodological decision (gefühl) to the hypostatic union.
Around 2:45 in the morning I made my way downstairs in the Hotel Palace to the Palace bar and found a dark corner. It wasn't dark enough.