I remember my 16 years old self reading this poem and dreaming of far-away lands I was going to discover in my next adult age: everyone grown up in a small town dreams to go away, travel and discover, like Ulysses did — even though Greek islands are not really close to my hometown.
Ten years later, I find myself with a job, few days off, the desire to escape everyday life for a while, and a pandemic going on. Where travelers — or better to say, dreamers — like me should go this summer? Is proximity tourism the solution?
