“Here,” the smiling Greek woman said, proffering a jar of burnt-amber marmalade. “It’s homemade. We call it the Jewish citrus.” When I think Jews and citrus, I think of Florida and how my grandfather ...
As I bounce along the glistening waters of the Ionian Sea in a speed boat, I can’t hide my huge smile from Chris, our captain for the day. The water’s crystal clear, there are gorgeous natural coves ...
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