We headed to the Greek island of Ikaria, a magical place where people live years longer than normal. An abandoned family farm overlooking the Aegean needed to be brought back to life. Who could resist? Ikaria is a Blue Zone, where people live decades longer than normal. It was home to my wife’s family for generations until the wars of the Twentieth Century drove them to America. But the land, and a few crumbling stone houses stayed in the family, and the plum of it all, sitting on the side of a mountain overlooking the Aegean, was where we would begin our new life. We would restore the house, get the land working again, harvest olives, swim in the Aegean and add years to our own lives … if we didn’t kill ourselves in the process.
I don't know why I continue to get suckered into reading privately or vanity published books because the typos and grammatical errors drive me absolutely insane and then I can barely enjoy a thing about the story. This story was interesting. I would have liked to have seen photos of their home in Greece. But seriously, fix the "alter" at the church (it's altar). And Ferrari is spelled like that, which the author managed to do every other paragraph when he wasn't spelling it Ferarri. And the little habit of his wife counting ("Ten thousand seven hundred and forty-two") when she is stressed was cute the first time and a tedious space filler by the fifth time.