After a while, Corfu ceases to be an island. It becomes a backdrop—like the light outside the window, like the familiar sound of the sea, like a shadow that falls a little differently every day. You stop noticing that you live "in a beautiful place." The beauty doesn't disappear—it just stops demanding attention. And that's when you realize: you're not a guest here. Days begin to take shape from little things. From morning commutes you know by heart. From stores where they no