Chapter 1: Time for a Reunion

"Hey, Sofia, can I leave early today?! And can you take care of Sophie for the night? Please?" Donna smiled at the elderly woman who had become her family during the past few years. The woman smiled back. "Leave early?", Sofia asked. "To do what?" - It was clear Sofia knew the answer, but she loved teasing Donna. It would make her smile only bigger in the end. "Oh, Sofia!! For picking up Tanya and Rosie! They're coming by ferry this afternoon, we'll have so much to talk about. I haven't seen them since Christmas, I can only phone them once a week and ... now they're actually coming here... for six weeks! We're going for drinks tonight, wearing our Dynamo outfits. You just have to say yes, will you take Sophie tonight?! Please!" Sofia started to laugh. "Yes, yes, of course. Have fun, love!", she said and wished Donna a wonderful day with her two best friends. A minute later, Donna, who had been washing the dishes in the tavern all morning, changed her working clothes into her favourite dungarees. Her dungarees. The dungarees. The dungarees she had bought almost five years ago in a little shop together with Sam. Sam. One should think that five years were a very long time and her memory of Sam and the summer of 1979 might have become a bit blurry, a bit washed out, but the only thing that has become washed out is Donna's pair of dungarees. Sometimes, in rare moments of being alone at the beach, she'd close her eyes and see Sam's smile in front of her. His beautiful eyes, the little hut he lived in.. the way he looked at her the moment he had told her he had a fiancee waiting at home.

Donna grabbed her bag, put up her curly hair and walked down to the harbour to wait for the ferry.

She sat down by the beach waiting for her two best friends to arrive when in the far distance, she could see a white sailing boat coming towards the island of Kalokairi. A white sailing boat. 'Could be Bill's sailing boat' Donna thought and immediately stopped herself. She had never seen Bill again after their summer in 1979 and probably she would never see him again. They had spent a great night together back then and he was the one who could make her feel good when she was sad ... but he had left to lead his adventurous life. Maybe he had another Donna at another harbour. One in every country. Who knows. There were thousands and thousands of people in the world who had a white sailing boat. This could be anyone's.

The sound of someone yelling her name rips Donna from her thoughts. "Ahhhhhh! Donnaaaa! Donna! Rosie! Hold my suitcase! Oh gosh, this beach is not made for my high-heels!" - This could only be Tanya. Elegant as always she runs up to Donna hugging and squeezing her, her red lipstick leaving marks on Donna's suntanned cheeks. "I've missed you so much! Rosie, come here! Give me a hug.", Donna says, opening her arms to her other best friend, showing up behind Tanya, packed with clothes and suitcases. The three young women stand on the beach, hugging each other, giggling and doing their Dynamo moves. Busy with their happiness and busy with carrying all of Tanya's suitcases up to the main road, they don't see the white sailing boat landing at the rack. They also don't see the blonde guy who leaves the boat, long hair, tanned skin, carrying a small back pack. Well, thousands and thousands of people have a white sailing boat, but there is one that belongs to Bill Anderson and this one boat just moored at Kalokairi.

Donna's summer would indeed become very special.