“It is not what we have, but what we enjoy
that constitutes our abundance.”
~Epicurus, born 341 BCE (80 years after Plato)
Our Grecian travels moved from the Peloponnese to Crete this week and we found ourselves back in Elounda, on Crete’s northeastern shore.
It hadn’t been our plan, but then when you travel without a plan, anything is possible. So here we are again in Corelli Studios – our third visit to these well-placed vacation studios.
And when you travel with a flex schedule (and in off-season) you can pretty much pick the number of nights you stay after you arrive. We’d decided to stay two nights, but our host, Gianni, told us we should stay three. So we did. But with a view deck like this for 40-euros a night, it didn’t take much convincing. We have a peek-a-boo view of the island of Spinalonga, the long-ago leper colony made famous in English writer Victoria Hislop’s novel, The Island.
What we are finding most difficult on this trip is deciding when to leave a place. We’ve found several spots where we would be most happy to settle in for several months – not just days; Elounda is high among them.
But we’ve reached the point in the travels where we do have a sort of timetable.
We will be returning to Maria’s pension in Loutro for Easter (next weekend) and with our old friends at Stavros’s Hotel in Chora Sfakia for three nights before that. We want to visit Georgios (my bead making friend on Crete’s south coast) and must try out a small place called Plakia. . .all of which means, we must leave this wonderful spot tomorrow. . .
I had wondered during our 24-hour air travel day – somewhat briefly, but still had pondered -- whether this desire of mine to come to Greece for a birthday present might prove to be a disappointment. Could I have let my fondness for this country grow in the memories of previous trips? Was I still seeking those Greek windmills from Walt Disney’s Moonspinners – a movie dating back to my childhood?
Doubts disappeared days ago. . .I can assure you this is proving to be the best gift imaginable!
Springtime in Greece is even more spectacular than was autumn. The warmth of this Mediterranean sun is surpassed only by the warmth of the people we’ve met along the way.
And you know what? I am finding those Hayley Mills/Eli Wallach movie windmills everywhere we go. . . this one is just across the street!