by Barbara Barton Sloane
We set sail from Piraeus, Greece with seas a deep navy-blue and fluffy white clouds floating lazily above Mount Olympus, the city of Athens a mere granite backdrop to the impending enchantments just over the horizon. I was aboard the Wind Star—long, sleek, with dazzling white sails soaring 200 feet above my head. Standing on deck and gazing down at the animated crowd bidding us Bon Voyage, it was clear: this stunning vessel commands recognition and respect wherever she sails. Now I was a part of this reality—or was it a fantasy? Whichever. I knew this would be the cruise of a lifetime.
Read more in the July/August 2013 issue of S.A. Scene.