All posts tagged: crete

Our Big Fat Greek Holiday

It feels very unseasonal writing about summer when it is so close to Christmas (37 sleeps!), but I have 6-months of blog catching up to do so am just going to get on with it. Hopefully, this post will be a warm break from all the tinsel crafts, shopping guides and gingerbread recipes doing the rounds this time of year. We had the good fortune to be able to take a 4-week holiday this summer and decided to spend it in Greece and Cyprus. Although we have visited Crete many times, we had yet to take our son to Cyprus where the Greek God(zilla)’s dad is from. We went back and forth over which islands to visit after Cyprus but eventually decided that we would stop for 3 nights in Athens and then get the boat to Naxos for a week before heading to Crete. The Greek God(zilla) took charge and booked planes, boats, hire cars and hotels leaving me only to pack and to find a house sitter who could feed the fish. I dusted off the biggest suitcase I could find in the loft and started to mentally …

A Lovely Age

Sometimes, I wish I could freeze time.  Stop everything moving, stop us all growing older and just live in a moment for a little while longer. This summer was one of those times. I’ve never really had a whole summer with my son before.   He was born at the end of August, I returned to work the following August, and then for a couple of years we had a 2-week summer holiday together, but the rest of the time he was in nursery as the Greek God(zilla) and I both worked full-time. However, now that I have stepped off the hamster wheel, this summer he was all mine! I was excited for us to have so much time together, but part of me was a bit nervous about how I was going to entertain a 4-year old boy for 6 whole weeks. Would he be bored?  Would I be bored?  How would I get any work done? Before our week in Devon, I worried he would not enjoy playing on the beach for more than 10-minutes before complaining about …

Aphrodite’s Cyprus

The Greek God(zilla)’s mother is originally from Crete and his father is from Cyprus. However he was born and raised on another big island – only Britain is a little bit colder – in a house just a few doors away from the one where his parents first met. Legend has it that the Greek God(zilla)’s dad had imagined his wife-to-be in a dream, and when he first set eyes on her at a mutual friend’s house party, he literally went weak at the knees. Although they made the decision to raise their 3 children in London, they remained close to their families in Crete and Cyprus. We have visited Crete many times.  Our son has felt Cretan sand between his toes, and paddled in the Med.  The Greek God(zilla)’s family, in the mountain village of Selia, have welcomed us into their homes and plied us with tiropita and raki.  This made us feel rather weak at the knees. We have enjoyed some wonderful holidays there and have fond memories of long days spent on …

Alone Time

Although we’ve been home for only 2-weeks , our Greek island holiday seems like a distant memory now that I am back at work and we are attempting to get back into a routine. I’ll always cherish those weeks with you, where each day was ours to do with as we pleased. No work or nursery to get up for, no schedule to keep, no routine to follow. We got to spend so much time together while he slept. We watched movies in bed and cuddled up tight. We went for long walks, hung out on the beach and swam in the pool. It’s been so long since we had that much time together, just you and me. I’ve missed you. We talked a lot about your favourite books, places we wanted to visit and what food to eat. As he stirred from slumber, we giggled to ourselves. Our calm was about to become chaos once more. We’d soon all be running around the apartment hunting down missing trunks, sunscreen and hats. He’d probably be …

Where’s Woody’s Hat?

Remember when you were young and went on holiday with your mates and spent 2-weeks sunning yourself on the beach or lounging by the pool, and you’d stay up drinking and chatting all night long and sleep all day? Every day was yours to do with as you pleased and if all the fun and relaxation got too much, well you could just take off on a whim to another unexplored corner of the island. There was always a catchphrase of the holiday, a private in-joke that never grows old, but only those present at the time will ever understand or laugh along with. Yeah… our holiday was not like that. There was not much sunning of oneself or lounging.  On the beach, we were required to remain upright in order to repeatedly fill buckets with seawater and build sandcastles. There was not much opportunity to recline at the pool with a 3-year old who insisted on running on the slippery concrete floor and once persuaded into the water, needed our backs to provide the horse …