It’s been a little while between travel posts. Good thing I’ve just arrived back home from a week in Greece.
A ten day gap in my working roster screamed to be taken advantage of. I had spent many days day-dreaming about warmth, surf and admittedly even sand to some degree. I wanted to escape somewhere where I could catch the last of the summer heat and if I was lucky, maybe even a bit of a tan. I almost went with Turkey, a country that has been at the forefront of my consciousness for quite sometime now. However, holding onto the belief that Turkey deserves more than a week’s worth of time, I settled for Greece.
The problem was… as it turns out Greece deserves more time too!
We played a game of “pick an island, any island” and in a toss up between Corfu and Crete, Corfu won – simply because I believed the beaches to be more accessible. And they are – a fairly regular bus in town (the number 7) will happily take you to Dassia or Ipsos “beach”. I use inverted commas as I am sceptical about calling pebbled bays beaches. St Kilda, I am looking at you!
Somehow deep down I knew that if we were to save our last day in Corfu for the water, the day would come over cloudy and grey. Such is life. After a freezing cold romp in the sea, we caught the bus back to Old Town to explore the fortress and surrounding streets. I fished my camera out of my bag for the first time of the trip. The day was drawing to an end, taking what little light there was left with it.
I mostly kept my camera pointed skywards – fascinated by the way the light of the fading sun hit the clouds, illuminating the UNESCO listed World Heritage buildings. Imagine living somewhere like this.
Imagine this being your home.
Don’t go to Corfu for the beaches. Don’t go to Corfu for the food (especially the English Breakfast). Instead wander the streets of Corfu’s Old Town with your eyes peeled and your heart open.
You won’t be disappointed.