After departing Crete, we flew back to Athens and checked into the Athenaeum InterContinental Hotel on the city fringe. Marlee had her own room down the hall while the family stayed in a 2 bedroom corner suite.
With only 48 hours to explore the gigantic city, James decided to book a private driver for the day who would ferry us between the major attractions. Being September in Athens, it was so unbearably hot. We started out early and headed straight to the Acropolis. The sun was already beaming down on us as we hiked up the slippery path to the top of the ruins. Dear lord, the crowds were unbelievable. You know them, the typical tour bus tourists. Pushy, impatient, rude and ruthless. The kids were so well behaved considering the hot conditions and asked many questions about the different ruins and temples that we saw.
After 2 amazing weeks in Plaka, we drove west for 3 hours winding around mountains and zooming past the ocean until we reached our amazing villa in Kalathas, outside the large town of Chania.
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.
During my 20’s, a good proportion of my closest friends were Greek. So I was no stranger to Greek food, wines, raki and so on. In fact, going to Greece and eating the local fare has always been high on my life “to do” list.