Greece is surrounded by some of the most beautiful seas you could ever imagine. The water in Croatia was quite chilly so to our relief, our first swim in the Sea of Crete was so warm and welcoming. We bought some snorkel masks for the kids and they loved the calm, almost bay like beach in front of our villa. Every day they would be the first ones into the sea, masks on, ready to count fish and spot any big ones swimming around us. I can’t believe how at peace they were in the deep water surrounded by fish, something even I find overwhelming at times.
We all wore beach shoes to protect our feet from the large and slippery pebbles. We would pay our Euros to the local caretaker of the beach club and pick our sun loungers with prime position of the beach and taverns. Waiters would come over and take orders for food and drinks around 11am as most people were already deep into their books or working on their tan.
Our pool was quite deep and refreshing, cooler than the ocean. If we weren’t down at the beach, then the poolside we were. Pool floats, pebbles, toys, towels, sun loungers covered the terrace and the kids would only come upstairs for lunch and a toilet break.
The tavernas located right on the water were absolutely sublime at sunset. James and I would often eat late while Marlee stayed home with the kids. Sometimes the ocean stole the conversation as we were both lost for words in all its glory. Corny as it sounds, it really was so disgustingly beautiful that my arm was sore from pinching myself.
As I type this post from New York City where the temp is hovering around -8’c tonight and I begin the feel the full force of winter in the northern hemisphere, I have to access these memories of Greece and how beautiful the ocean was. Feeling the sun on my face and the salt drying on my skin. New freckles popping up every few days, living in swimming costumes and flip flops. And counting down the days till I visit Greece again.