During our most recent trip to Tinos in September, I didn’t take too many photos of the village, Isternia. While drafting this post, I’ve been trying to figure out how to describe my relationship to this place. First of all, my first instinct is to say ‘my’ village, although it’s certainly not. We don’t have any ancestral or family relationship to the island, let alone the village, but my aunt and uncle bought their house in Isternia right after I was born, and I’ve been coming to Tinos and staying in Isternia ever since. Since we moved when I was a kid and sold the house I lived in during high school, and then I’ve been all over the place after that, the house in Isternia is one of the few places of continuity in my semi-nomadic life. Although I wouldn’t trade any of it, it’s nice to have Isternia to come back to.