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January can be a lonely month on Ithaca. The island seems to be set back in time. Some days, a drive from Kioni, in the north, to Vathy, in the south, will not result in a passing car along the way, and that a world exists beyond the edges of the island, is blurred in the minds of many . It's cold, and the damp penetrates into the bone. Ithacas' heartbeat is slow and lethargic, but pounding hard and deep into the chest with the many challenges to overcome during this month. The icy winds blow, the rain pours down and the seas crash recklessly around Ithakis' shoreline, then, without warning, the sun shines to reverse the Winter misery, putting smiles on the ragged faces, skewed by the elements, giving them strength to make it through another day. Some await the solitude of January. It can be a time of reflection, achieving balance between body and sprit, and to be creative, without the distractions of usual life. To emerge smiling from the depths of an Ithacan January is an achievement, admired by all, but then comes February.
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