Salt in My Veins, Secrets on the Wind. My Lemnos Never Let Me Go

My name is Sofia, and I was born with wind in my hair and saltwater in my veins. That’s what my grandmother used to say, every time she caught me barefoot on the old volcanic rocks of Lemnos, staring out at the Aegean like it was going to answer all my questions. I’m 45 now. I own a tiny herbal apothecary in Myrina, right between the old Venetian Castle and the bakery that still bakes koulouria the way they did when my yiayia was a girl. I sell local herbs, ointments, and secrets. Not the scandalous kind. The kind you whisper to dried chamomile and rosemary because they’ve seen more heartbreak than any priest ever will.

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