Greece-Pefkohori!

The smell of pines. My first arrival in Greece, the Halkidiki is the time before Easter. Peninsula Cassandra and Pefkohori. Make your eyes shine and happy as you watch this happy town. Everything in it from talking to singing and laughing. As I was born in it. So familiar, close, small and warm. It is full of joy and colors. From bakeries to intoxicating, fragrant breath of hot bread and cakes, and girls in white smile. The main street and to the left and right of the flow and shops. For the mixture, souvenirs, gold, thin bottle of olive oil, fabric paint, colorful purse with eyes, deli, cheese, dates, dried figs and apricots, fish, spices …