So, here’s the thing, I’ll write the words first but if the pictures don’t download, I’ll just post the text.
The island was not visible as we left the harbour at Sivota on the ferry. Ferry is actually rather too grand a word for the vessel, which transported us. At a rough guess there were about twenty of us and with our luggage that kinda was it and the boat was full.
As we drew closer, out of the mist, Paxos began to emerge. We have now been to the island some ten times in all, I guess. It was one of our very early first Greek adventures and if you believe a lovely fisherman and bar owner in Lakka, one Diogenes Apheregliss, known to us a Theo, all those years ago it is the place that our first daughter Laura was conceived. We returned there many times but when we arrived for our yearly visit, one year, Theo quickly did the maths and declared Laura a Paxos girl!
We calculated once, a while back, that if all the years we had been on earth, if you added all our holidays in Greece together i.e. a week here, a fortnight there; we have spent over a year of our existence on this wretched planet in Greece. This to me is the most beautiful thought you could possibly have. We have always left a little bit of us behind on this particular island, don’t ask me why but it just captures your soul. So as it slowly came more into vision and sharper from the very tip of the boat, I began to feel just a little tear of happiness filling my eyes. Silly old goat I hear you cry, but emotionally this wonderful place always gets to me and I begin to wonder if this is now sentimentality looking back at lost youth or the concrete fact that no one gets out of here alive and I will eventually be robbed of the joy of this place.
Mary looked delighted to be back and the crossing was as calm as a mill pond on a summers morning. So we got in the smallest hire car ever invented, found the villa, and rushed down into Gaios for dinner. A Greek salad, courgette balls (😱), spag.boll and chips. We know how to live! Beer for Mary, Rose wine for me €33, which I didn’t think was too expensive; of course you may know better but it tasted delicious.
B.A., so sorry and I know it was free but the meal on the plane was truly, truly un exciting. ✈️
Thanks for reading (touch of the two Ronnies here) the blog on the day after it happened. Today is Monday all the above happened on Sunday. And today not much is happening at all.
Thank you for reading,
Malcolm & Mary 🍴🍻🍹