After visiting the church, we went for a walk through the narrow streets of the old town. Walking here is like dancing, and a little miracle awaits you at every turn. In those days, there were big Orthodox holidays in Greece, and we attended colourful celebrations in monasteries and churches, talked to nuns, and in the evening plunged into the clearest waters of the Ionian Sea.
Upon returning home, a feeling of lightness and peace remains in your heart, as if Saint Spyridon, the patron saint of the island, is quietly accompanying you on your way.