The last thing I expected to find at Gran Canaria was excellent Greek food. But as I am sitting at the outside tables of the Greek Village in Playas des Ingles, I feel like I am at a taverna back home.
I ordered the feta stuffed chicken, and we could not resist getting a saga maki (fried yellow cheese), meze, Greek pitta with tzatziki and Greek style chips, with sea salt and oregano.
A few bites in and my DNA was activating childhood memories of long hot summers, family lunches, teasing my nostrils with smell of sunscreen, sea and fresh food.
I take a moment to embrace the memories and to be grateful. The moment cannot last long, as S is eating all the chips, so I take one, dunk it in the tzatziki, and accept nostalgia like an old friend.