John and I just had the most romantic dinner ever. We had dinner in an old stone alcove open to the sea, where the lobster we ate was raised and swimming underneath us on the ocean floor an hour before, the steak we had was from a cow alive a day or so ago, roaming wild and eating fresh grass. The alcove had no barrier between us and free air, was inches from falling in the sea, a view of the village, crystal clear waters, where the smaller fish would leap out of the water in panic ever so often as the bigger fish swooped in to claim their dinner. Probably the most romantic place I have ever been, and there have been many. A fantasy that was real. Pinch me someone, I must be in a dream!