t was a couple of years back when I went to the island of Rhodes for two weeks.
One morning, we took a brief walk down to the beach. The sun was high, and the water was warm. My mother had prepared some sandwiches that morning, and I took one to eat whilst I stood in the sea.
As I took a bite, a chunk of bread fell into the water. Out of nowhere, a small fish swam up and started nibbling it. It quickly ate the bread before swimming off again. I sat down in the shallow water, and took another bit a bread. I held it under the water, and swished it around. Before long, the little fish had returned and he was chewing on the bread again. Suddenly, hundreds of fish appeared from the blue water, and the surrounded me and the bread. Each of them took turns at gnawing the food, swimming through my fingers and cleaning my fingers. Other people had seen what happened and also took to holding bits of food in the water. Some had bread, others had crisps, but everyone had a little swarm of fish eating from their hands.
Perfectly memorable and adorable fish.