Gipsy Artisan

Well, it's been six months of glorious lazyness, decadence and depression but it's time to move on. Another mission awaits me at the southernmost town of Europe. Another 8-months-out-of-a-suitcase kind of life and I'm again (when will I learn?) super excited about it. It's going to be sunny and seasalty and carefree or so I hope it will be.
It will also be a return to my roots of sorts. My ancestors came from Crete so I hope to uncover the byzantine mystery of my family's first names. Were we fearless pirates, the dreaded corsairs of the Libyan Sea or noble squires of the levante feared and respected by Venetians and Turks alike?
Nah!! We were probably slaves to a local tyrant who freed our wretched souls when he realised we'd make nothing of it anyway.