There is an old Greek saying:
“Οι πιο όμορφες παραλίες είναι οι πιο δύσκολες να επιτευχθεί.” Which roughly translates to “you must go around your ass and your elbow to get to the best beaches.” I have found that this is mostly true.
The day after the wedding should have been a day of rest. But yet we had been seated with some of Louis’ cousins and they had a child the same age as Perrin. So our new friends Theodora, Harry and their son George decided to show us a somewhat private beach on the north end of the island. It was just past the city of Panormos. We would take a winding road up across the island, take a rocky road a little further in, and then hike the rest of the way. As usual, we did not leave our house until after 12. We met our friends about a half hour later at their hotel and headed to the secluded spot. Joining us on his scooter was Louis’ father, Peter. We found the town, drove across a small beach, up a rocky road and parked our vehicles. Then we loaded ourselves down and headed to the beach. And it was very much worth the work!
This beach was lovely. It was outlined as a cove with rocky terrain going up on all sides. It had crystal clear water that was just chilly enough to cool you off. It was lined with about six pine-like trees for shade. We found a nice spot down toward the end next to a rock hill. If you continued to the end of the beach, there was a trail that led you to a small church on the side of the hill. This happened to be the church of St. Nicolas. On this particular day, we did not venture out through the path because we needed to be back in the village to attend an post-wedding get together. But after all of the celebrations we were to attend and host on this trip, we returned to Panormos and the wonderful beach several days later to climb some rocks and explore some more.
After the beach time, we walked back into the village and had a wonderful lunch. This was an opportune time to sample the local fish faire. Greece, being outlines by the Aegean Sea and all should be full of seafood right? Well, most of the time we ate chicken and pork. Harry, who was more of a seafood eater than Louis, ordered up several fish dishes to sample. Tried grilled sardines (they were rather bigger than the ones I am used to) and these small fish that are fried whole. It was like eating french fries except it was small fish. You ate the bones and all and I have to say they were quite good. Unfortunately, Greeks don’t eat a lot of ketchup. I really missed that. But when you are sitting at an ocean-side taverna, drinking beer, eating good food and enjoying the company of wonderful people, all is right with the world.
The day after the wedding should have been a day of rest. But yet we had been seated with some of Louis’ cousins and they had a child the same age as Perrin. So our new friends Theodora, Harry and their son George decided to show us a somewhat private beach on the north end of the island. It was just past the city of Panormos. We would take a winding road up across the island, take a rocky road a little further in, and then hike the rest of the way. As usual, we did not leave our house until after 12. We met our friends about a half hour later at their hotel and headed to the secluded spot. Joining us on his scooter was Louis’ father, Peter. We found the town, drove across a small beach, up a rocky road and parked our vehicles. Then we loaded ourselves down and headed to the beach. And it was very much worth the work!
After the beach time, we walked back into the village and had a wonderful lunch. This was an opportune time to sample the local fish faire. Greece, being outlines by the Aegean Sea and all should be full of seafood right? Well, most of the time we ate chicken and pork. Harry, who was more of a seafood eater than Louis, ordered up several fish dishes to sample. Tried grilled sardines (they were rather bigger than the ones I am used to) and these small fish that are fried whole. It was like eating french fries except it was small fish. You ate the bones and all and I have to say they were quite good. Unfortunately, Greeks don’t eat a lot of ketchup. I really missed that. But when you are sitting at an ocean-side taverna, drinking beer, eating good food and enjoying the company of wonderful people, all is right with the world.
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| Lunch with the family |
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