If I ever have enough money to go somewhere to hide out and write a book, free from all interruptions, I now know where I’d go – Santorini, Greece. What a magical, magnificent place it is. I would love to retreat to a little place up on a cliff looking down at the sea below, live simply, eat good food, drink good beer (the wine there was horrible!), watch the sun set and the tourists traipse through town, and write. I’ll probably never have enough money to do that, but I can dream (I’m good at that).