We left our honeymoon trip, took Nick's jet to Athens, which took about two hours from where we were. From there we took a helicopter to a Greek island.

When we left for the island, he mentioned to me: “. Where we are going to spend our honeymoon, is an island of my property, inherited from my maternal grandfather, called Papandreu. It was the only thing that was saved from my mother's squandering because my grandfather put it in my name before he died.

“Your grandfather must have had a lot of money to have an island named after him," I commented naively, but apparently my words were not to his liking, he did not answer me, he just grimaced.

As we approached our destination, the small island was a paradise, with beautiful blue waters of the majestic Mediterranean Sea, fine sand, a variety of landscapes, abundant vegetation and imposing mountains. I had never seen such beauty, a small colorful village hidden among the mountains could be seen from the air. We flew over the island before