Back on Crete for a short break from our seven-month-long Covid-19-curfew. We picked fresh mulberries from the trees, climbed up the hill of Stavros to watch sunset from Lera cave, found a dead sea turtle, strolled through Chania's old town and swam in the turquose water of the hidden beach Seitan Limani.
Days 371 to 379: so much time did we already spend on our favourite Greek island, since we started to come here 23 years ago. How do I know? Ask my scrapbook... This time, we actually did nothing else than relax. Which included friends, sun, sea, swimming, diving, laughing, drinking and eating. That was it. Good enough. Who knows, for how long this paradise for us all might continue...
Back on the island at Giorgi's Blue Apts, we enjoyed a week full of sun, sea, relaxation and philoxenia. Here are some impressions to dream about. Next time you come with us? We will again be visiting Crete in September!
The best thing about this holiday was that we could sit outside actually every night in shorts and t-shirt. The best thing next to the turquoise sea, of course. And the hospitality of the Cretans. And all our friends. And the laughter, we shared. And the delicate scent of Jasmine. And the wine. And the sun. And being barefooted, all day long. And the panorama. And the pool. And the fresh fish on the plates. And the stifado. And the grilled lamb. And the garlic paste. And the lemon chicken. And the zucchini croquettes. And the stuffed wineleaves. And the octopus, cooked in red wine. And the raki. And the flowers. And the pine scent in the air. And the sandy beaches. And the shells. And the mountains. And the sunsets. And the sound of the ocean waves at night. And the relaxation. And the Mythos. And everything else.
