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I was on my honeymoon in 1992, on the island of Santorini, Greece. One night we took our rented moped to the town of Finikia on the island’s north end for dinner. After, we walked the town, strolling in and out of shops. The island is magical and its culture – life on the sidewalk, music on the corner – is so different than our American way. It was after eleven o’clock by the time we made it back to the moped.