I’m going through my pictures from our Greece trip and I’m getting nostalgic. It’s been a few weeks now and I’m already longing to go back. This place was amazing. Maybe writing about it will help?
I’m really missing the food. It’s not taken lightly in Crete, rather it’s a passion. Even at the littlest gyro places, the food was fantastic. One evening, we drove about an hour to a restaurant called Nykterida in Chania that Alex had been to while was TDY there. The view from our table was awesome.
We rolled ourselves out and went home to sleep through the food coma. The next day we devoted to laying on the beach.
The beaches near our apartment were great. For five Euro you could rent two chairs, a table and umbrella and they had a little beach bar that served drinks and snacks. We spent many hours camped out in the sand with a view that looked a little something like this.
Owen wasn’t too sure about the waves at first. It took a little getting used to.
He also didn’t like getting sand on his hands, but Alex taught him how to brush it off and that seemed to help. He loved collecting the rocks (it was one of the rockiest beaches I’ve ever seen) and walking through the waves.
By the time it was time to go, we had to drag him out of the water. He’s a beach babe.
Sometimes we’d sit at the cafe patio or sometimes we’d get it to go and wander along the beach.
We took a day trip straight south across the island to Damnoni Beach. The drive through the mountains was incredible. Around every curve was a breathtaking sight.
We grabbed lunch at one of the restaurants on the beach and it wasn’t long before our toes were in the sand, bellies full of more incredible food.
The beach is in a cove and well protected from the wind. There were far less rocks on the beach and the sand was soft. The water was very clear and still chilly, but it warmer than we expected for early May. Owen didn’t seem to mind it, anyway. The waves were subtle but crashed over the large rocks that scattered along the end of the beach. It was perfect.
We spent the better part of the afternoon and evening there soaking up the sun and playing in the sand and water. It was really difficult to leave.
The ride home was pretty easy minus one little roadblock.
The guy on the 4-wheeler showed us that they’d move if you drove through them, so we carefully maneuvered Peggy through the herd and only clipped the heel of one (oops).
We were greeted back at the apartment by Oma (the landlady) with hugs and kisses and a bag full of fresh picked fruit.
These charming juicy fruits are called loquats. They have a delicate pear-like flavor and are absolutely delicious. They grow in warmer parts of the states so maybe some of you can get your hands on them. Don’t fear the loquat! They are amazing!
Owen’s about to wake up from his nap so I’ll wrap this up here and get back to you later with one more Greek adventure post. I can’t wait to fill you in on my parents’ visit too!! So much blogging to do……..