Blog: PopWreck(oning)

I have many fond memories of the last time I was in Greece. It may have been 12 years ago, but I can still smell the crusty sea salt and cigarettes on my grandfather's denim shirt. I can still feel the dry, hot, heat warm my body as I took a siesta on the cool marble floor of my aunt's apartment, and unfortunately I can still hear the candied disco-pop soundtrack that I lived by that summer, bouncing off the stucco rose-wrapped walls of the home my father knew as a child. At 18, I [...]