We assemble at the harbor at 8 a.m. next to local cats who await the boats to arrive with the day’s catch. A runner expertly navigates around several café chairs before bounding our way. As she passes the torch to another citizen-runner for his pre-Olympic lap, cheers and applause erupt. While the excitement of the moment isn’t totally lost on me, my eyes fixate on the bouncing flame with some suspicion forming in my mind. How did this reach our far-flung Greek island?
they ask if we want smoking