Joanne, have we ever been so free as then? We’d change destinations on a whim, Rome one day, hitchhiking to Brindisi the next. The cheap berth on a ferry to Greece meant sleeping on the deck next to Italian boys. Remember their garlicky breath? I want to call you up right now, buy one-way tickets to Athens where we’ll board the boat to the island of Skyros. We can take turns going to the bakery for warm bread at dawn wearing cotton shifts we sleep in like virgins. The sun runs its hands up the hillside to each white house.