The journey was peaceful and very beautiful. Little Vasilis saw the sunset for the first time, saw the sun disappearing into the water, saw the amazing colors it left behind in the sky and the sea, and was left speechless. He held his grandfather's hand and squeezed it tighter and tighter with each surprise he experienced one after the other - he could only whisper: "So many colors!" as if he was talking to himself. Grandfather Achilles had never seen his grandson so filled with joy. They stayed still until the people on the boat called them for dinner. Vasilis, as if emerging from a deep slumber, was happy.