Where we find the summer flings Laughter breaks in the wind And we sing faster as the end emerges On the horizon following quick The red sun crosses the sky, Don’t you know the setting comes? As ripples

I met this old, sun-wrinkled man on Paros, bumming his way through youth hostels. Bright white mustache, dark brown tan, and always in a speedo. I met him once, he met me seven times. "I'm sorry",

Nice to meet you all! My name is Dylan, I'm from California originally but move around a lot. Definitely have a real nomadic lifestyle (Greece is my favorite place). I think I watched Indiana Jones way