The Myth of the Minotaur

The rugged mountain track wound through steep limestone terraces where wild oregano, thorny burnet, and silver-leafed olive trees clung stubbornly to the dry Aegean soil. The morning air was exhilarating, carrying the crisp, salty tang of the open Mediterranean mingled with the sweet aroma of wild mountain honey and pine sap. Nikos drove the vintage dark green Land Rover with the casual, muscular competence of someone who had navigated these…