Until 2020, all my winters were spent either in the southern hemisphere, or as close to the equator as I could manage, in order to avoid the cold weather my body and soul utterly detests. I’d never considered the possibility that anywhere in Europe could tick all the boxes of affordability and temperate weather. Until I visited Greece.
I spent six glorious weeks in Greece between January and March 2020. A wee bit of time in Athens, followed by a week in Santorini (where I was appalled at the total and utter lack of drinking water or even the ability to filter it – read about my zero waste kit to understand why this hurt so much).
Then, I arrived to Chania, Crete, where I stayed for a month and absolutely fell in love. I loved the island, the culture, the landscapes, the weather, and – dear lord, the food. I had previously been fairly dubious about Greek food, but Crete fixed that for me. I had such a wonderful time in Chania that I have fantasies about making it an annual winter refuge.
My second full month in Greece was supposed to be in a small town about two hours from Athens by train, however that visit was cut short due to COVID-19.
Thus, I have unfinished business with Greece. Our time will come.