Rhodes, Greece has the kind of water that had me gaping at the edge of the sand. The layers of cobalt and cerulean took my breath away. The day was windy, and the slam of the waves on the beach was commanding. No way I was going into the water. Instead, I watched braver souls swim out to the cobalt and ride their way back on cerulean waves to the shore. I stared at the sailboat sitting on the horizon and wondered where it was headed. Perhaps to a quiet lagoon for snorkeling or to a grotto to admire the colorful reflections off of rock and water?
On a bright summer day, staring at the water was enough for me.