Last night, over Americanized gyros at Taziki’s with HUG friends,
I was reminded of a sweet memory—my last gyro in Porto Rafti, Greece.
A few of us walked to our favorite gyro shop, Tumiso’s, ordered at the counter,
and ate them on a bench by the Aegean Sea.
It was so bittersweet, as most of my semester-in-Greece memories are.
Sometimes these memories make me so sad that my chest aches.
But then I just remind myself that it’s good that it hurts.
It’s just proof that it was as amazing as I thought it was.
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