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The incredible city of Chania, Crete

It is 4:22 in the morning in Chania, Crete and I am sitting on the roof in my Airbnb in the Old Town wrapped in a blanket while writing this blog. The nighttime lights of the city are my view but the city itself is asleep. I have the whole place to myself. Can’t sleep – needed to write.

We arrived in Chania very late via a ferry and a way-too-close-to-missing bus ride. Chania is a city in the northwest of Crete and the one that, per my research, is a good place to explore the island for a first-timer. There is a long, sometimes sordid history of the city. The influence of multiple cultures can be seen in the architecture here – Mycenaean, Roman, Turkish, Venetian. More to come here…

We’d booked a local guide for a 4-hour tour for a few reasons. First it is a way to get to know the city from the eyes of a local. Second you get to see parts of the city that you’d never see on your own. Third, you learn the history of the city that you cannot get from a guidebook. And fourth, you get to pick his brain on the right places to go – recommended tours, restaurants, the best place for a sunset view – you get the idea.

We met Antonis at the Municipal Market on the edge of the Old Town in Chania. This impressive market was completed in 1913 and was supposed to bring all of the needs of the people into one place – fishmongers, butchers, fruit and vegetable stalls. It has since turned a bit to tourism but this is still a place the locals go to buy their fresh food.

Municipal Market

We stopped at a cheese stall where we tried a bunch of different Cretan and Greek cheeses as well as Cretan honey, olives, figs and the infamous Raki. The cheeses – the most unique one called Mizithra – is a soft white cheese that looks similar – but DOES NOT taste similar – to cottage cheese. The Greek people use this cheese in many dishes – from spaghetti to the Greek dish called Dakos that we’d had in Paros.

Raki, honey and figs not pictured

Raki is the traditional liquor of Crete. It is also called “Tsikoudhia” and it has Turkish roots. It is made of grapes boiled in a cauldron. It is clear and some say similar to Ouzo or Souma from Paros. It is consumed as a symbol of friendship on this island and it is considered rude to not be offered a glass when visiting a Cretan home. You can drink Raki straight or with honey, or with another fruit. The one we tried was with honey. Oh it was like a nectar! Very sweet and did not taste of alcohol at all. Even John liked it! We’d definitely have to try more of it.

Our next stop on the tour was to try another local traditional dish – bougatsa. Bougatsa is a traditional Greek pie filled with cheese or custard and then folded into super thin phyllo pastry. It is typically served for breakfast with coffee. We went to one of the oldest – and arguably the best – bougatsa cafes in the city – Bougatsa Chania. This was a dish that was on my list to try and it did not disappoint. Ours was filled with soft cheese and then sprinkled with sugar. A little savory and a little sweet if you will!

Bougatsa!

We made our way from the new part of the city into the Old Town – the most famous area of the city and a big draw of tourists. There is so much history seeped in this area of the country that I could not even begin to do it justice. So I’ll link to a place that can. We strolled through old gates into the Old Town where we saw the West Moat and the bastions that protected the city. We’d stop every few meters or so to hear more stories about the history of the area from Antonis.

Once inside the Old Town it is very touristy. However, the old Venetian architecture remains so it is also gorgeous. There are rows upon rows of alleyways were you can get lost, shop, have a coffee, watch the world go by, whatever you like. We wandered through some of the more touristic areas and then to some of the back alleys were locals actually live. We learned about famous churches, monasteries, wars, sieges, real estate, culture, coffee – you name it!

A lovely little alleyway in the Old Town

We finally made our way down to the famous Venetian port of Chania. This is definitely where all of the tourists are – but you can see why. The charm of this place is incredible! It is divided into the western basin and the eastern basin. The western basin is the source for all of the photos of the Chania port – lined with cafes and shops with very few boats. The eastern basin is where boats are docked and is also the location of the dockyards. Also called Arsinalia, these were used to repair ships and were built in the 16th century. They were originally open to the sea so that the boats could pull right in but have since been closed off to the water. These are stunning pieces of architecture that you have to see!

During our chats with Antonis he had mentioned a place that the locals know about and go to watch the sunset. Antonis called it the Squat. It is a squatted social center called Rosa Nera right in the heart of the old town. You have to walk up a set of “donkey steps” to get there. And it’s nothing fancy – just a big open area that sits high above the city. You can look down on the old Venetian port from here and see way out into the sea. We would definitely be back here for sunset!

I swear the bottles aren’t ours!
View of the port from the Squat

We continued our walk and talk and ended up at the Chania municipal garden – an area of green very close to the Old Town. There is a super impressive Ficus tree here and also some Cretan goats. We sat and had a coffee at Kypos cafe. This cafe was built in 1890 and the Greek coffee is served in the traditional style – not in the cup but in the Greek briki. Once served the consumer pours from the briki into the cup. John loved this! We also tried a traditional dessert called Ekmek Kaitafi – a custard, cream and syrupy shredded pastry with “ice cream”. Yum!

Beautiful Ficus!
Traditional Greek coffee served in a briki
Ekmek YUM

We finished our tour with Antonis at a traditional souvlaki “window” called Oasis. There is no place to sit here and no other item on the menu. It is a gyro – or souvlaki – served with pork, tomatoes, onions and yogurt. Messy and simply delicious!

What a great tour with Antonis! We learned a TON and really enjoyed his company. As I get older I really do appreciate learning from locals. It is such an important part of our holiday!

John and I decided to stroll around the Old Town after our tour – maybe work off some of what we ate?!?? And I definitely wanted to check out the shops. It was leisurely but, man, there are a lot of tourists and it’s the end of September! We had some fun window shopping. This area of Crete is known for its olive oil, wine, Raki, knives, embroidered fabric and leather. Really only 2 of those things are easy to travel with! But it is fun to look and pick up gifts for us and family and friends. The jewelry is pretty great too. I may come home with something pretty…

We finally found a bench right on the port where we enjoyed the view and planned our stay. Once the sun got too hot on our backs we went for a local beer at Corner of Angels – a cafe recommended by Antonis. We got their house beer – I don’t even know what it is but it was delicious.

After a short rest at our Airbnb we made our way to the Squat for sunset. I brought my Souma and we picked up a local beer for John. It was stunning to watch the sun dip below the Venetian buildings on the opposite side of the port. We were gifted with some beautiful colors once the sun went down.

Sunset at the Squat
Is that a beer in your pocket?
NO CAPTION NEEDED!

Off to another recommendation from Antonis – Ela Restaurant. The restaurant – as everything in Chania – has a long history. It was built in the Middle Ages by the Jews. It’s been used to make soap, as a school, as a wine store and as a restaurant. It was completely destroyed by fire in 1988. Since then it has been renovated and now serves Cretan traditional food. We both got dishes based on recommendations – bisteka (beef stuffed with feta) for me and sea bream (the whole fish!) for John. We enjoyed a really nice conversation and ended the day hand in hand back at our Airbnb.

John and his whole sea bream!

Kokou – get on the horse!

We woke before dawn to be at Kokou riding center for a sunrise horseback riding tour of the northeast coast of Paros. When John saw there was horseback riding in Paros he was all in. Lit up like a little boy 🙂

All of Naousa seemed to be asleep at this time of day – and rightly so – but Kokou was abuzz when we arrived. Ivan and Dani are the owners of the stables that have been in Naousa since 1990. They moved from Canada(!) to fulfill their dream. Now they own 28 horses and provide sunrise and sunset tours of the island.

After being fitted with helmets we were shown to our horses – Asteri for John and Irma for me. They were beautiful. We joined another French couple on the tour and were lead by 3 young women – Chloe from London, Emily from Manchester and Emma from Florence. Yes we went on a tour in Greece and our guides were mostly English!

We set out in the dark along a deserted road as the sun rose around us. It was lovely! At this point we were surrounded by land which as I’ve said before is very arid – so brown. And then of course the stark white of the houses that we passed. The views coupled with the sounds of roosters crowing, people chatting and the clomp clomp of the horses hooves was so peaceful.

We made our way to the coast, all the while chatting with our guides – interning for Ivan and Dani for 2 months at a time. Sweet girls seeing the world while they figured out what to do with their lives. To be so young with your whole life in front of you. I hope Gaby does something like this…

I digress. Part of the sunrise tour is riding the horses through the sea. Once on the beach Emma led the horses to the water. They were not afraid at all! And per our guides they really loved swimming! In order to get the horses moving the guides yelled “Alli” and splashed them. You could not be part of this and NOT have a grin slapped all over your face! Soaking wet, riding in the Aegean Sea on a horse, getting splashed by a feisty Italian and getting hit by a squirt gun by Ivan. I can’t make this shit up!

We made our way out of the water and toward the Filizi coast. I have researched this name and (I think) all permutations of it Filizi I can’t find anything on Google about this area of Paros. I’m going to proceed regardless. John and I had not been to this area of Paros – the northeast coast of the island. It is absolutely breathtaking! Instead of the bleaches and marinas we’d seen, this side had steep cliffs and waves crashing on the rocks jutting out from the sea. A harsher look on this side and oh so beautiful. The horses took it all in stride – no pun intended. We were literally on the edge of the cliff and – although we were hesitant – the horses were not.

One area I was able to find in my research that we passed was Ambelas beach which is a small, unorganized beach sitting between two tall cliffs. Gorgeous!

This was a ride I wished would not end. We walked for the most part but a few times the guides let us cantor with the horses. What fun! So much fun I’m sure I’ll feel it later 🙂

Back at the stables we said goodbye to Asteri and Irma and put yet another wonderful experience in our memory jar…

Balcony selfie!

We really didn’t have anything else planned for the day so decided to get in the Little Spark and go explore. Paros is a relatively small island – 22 km north to south and 13 km east to west. It takes just an hour to drive around the island. So why not?

Our host as well as a friend had recommended stopping at the small southern port of Alyki. It is a cute fishing village with a population of just 280 (as of the 2011 census). There are multiple beaches here – as anywhere in Paros! – and you get a lovely view of Antiparos from the end of the port.

The port town of Alyki

We had a nice Greek salad at a seaside cafe called Manolis Cafe but, honestly, this was not my favorite place. It was SO hot. And although the port was pretty, it didn’t seem to have the charm of Naousa. A lot of the shops and tavernas were closed – I’m not sure for the day or for the season. I’m sure I missed something but it just wasn’t my favorite.

Since it’s so small we decided to take the scenic route back to Naousa. Honestly the views here just cannot compare. It seemed like every time the Little Spark rounded another bend we said “ooohhhh”.

Dinner tonight was a direct recommendation from Ivan of Kokou. Called Christiana, it is part of a hotel and sits on a cliff outside Naousa. He said it’s the best mousaka on the island. We decided to try it for sunset even though it would mean John driving Little Spark in the dark.

First, the view from Christiana is incredible. It is in the little village of Ambelas – which we had ridden through this morning – on the northeast coast of Paros. It looks out onto a very tiny port and the island of Naxos which is a large island to the east of Paros.

Ambelas

We were shown to our table and greeted by a local who did not speak much English. No problem – we don’t speak any Greek! I ordered Souma – of course – and John got a white wine. The menu was extensive. All traditional dishes with fresh caught seafood from the brother of the owner. I went for the fresh mussels in olive oil with tomatoes and feta. John – he’d been looking forward to trying the pasticcio which is similar to lasagne or mousaka but without the tomatoes. Well, per our waitress the pasticcio did have tomatoes in it – as did the mousaka. So she recommended a similar dish cooked in lemon. John was disappointed but ordered that along with a split pea appetizer.

White wine and Souma
Getting good at the selfies!

The language barrier is a hard thing 🙂 The waitress returned to tell us the “fava was finished”. We thought that meant his main dish could not be ordered. Hmmmm, there was a little bit of animosity on both of their parts as well as mine. A case of really not understanding each other! Unfortunately it affected our impression of Christiana. I say unfortunately because the food was beautiful. My mussels were so delicious and so fresh and so flavorful. And John’s dish was also very very good. We made the best of it and as said, the view was over the top. At the end of our meal the moon made a spectacular appearance just over the mountains. It was huge (maybe just in my mind). But again – I am not the same having seen the HUGE moon shine on the other side of the world…

Look at that moon!

I needed another glass of Souma and John was on the hunt for Greek pastry. We stopped at a local supermarket where John asked if they had Souma. They – of course – did but it was in a clear plastic (former?) water bottle with no label 🙂 As I said in a previous post, the Souma is made locally so there would be no label. Silly me!

We also managed to find a local bakery – Pastry Shop Antonis – with really really nice Greek desserts. Of course we bought a bunch of them for take away.

Souma, Greek dessert, our apartment’s veranda and me writing this blog – what a perfect way to spend our last night in Paros.

Pastry Shop Antonis and Souma in a plastic water bottle

Boating around Paros – when life gives you lemons…

Sunrise in Paros – you have to see it right??? John and I woke early, made my coffee and quickly booked it down to the port of Naousa to catch the sunrise behind the port. The traditional whitewashed houses/hotels/shops sit in front of where the sun rises so it slowly makes itself shown behind the stark white of the architecture. We stood on the wall to the old fort and watched Mother Nature say hello to the day. Most of the town was asleep of course, so we got amazing photos and got to hear the sounds of the town waking up – the peace of a soft “kalimera” from a stranger walking by, the swish of a restauranteur sweeping their floors, the CRASH of workers recycling all of the bottles from the Saturday night party the night before! 🙂 It was a wonderful start to the day!

Sunrise in Naousa

John and I were both very excited about the rest of our day – a full day sailing tour around the small Cyclades. This was literally one of the first tours I had booked when we decided to go to Greece. And coincidentally, Claire and Mike (love you guys!) had done the same tour which I found out just hours after I booked. And they had simply loved it! Great minds….

The best laid plans….or so they say. The company confirmed out trip just last night. We arrived at the port 15 minutes early but there was no sign of our boat or any tour. We texted, we called, we asked random strangers – no one could get ahold of the tour operator. Finally someone was able to get us the name of the boat – the Lady K. It was there – staring at us in the face – but no one was aboard. And apparently no one could get ahold of the captain. We waited – texting and calling – for a good 45 minutes before the tour operator finally got ahold of the captain who had an “urgent” issue to attend to and wouldn’t make it. Happily the service of the tour operator was exceptional. They were very attentive and refunded our money almost immediately. But I was so sad. That’s not true – John would say I was ANGRY! This was a tour that I was really, really looking forward to.

Thank God for my husband. We both immediately got on our phones to see if there were any other options. I mean, it’s COVID times and shoulder season right? I had no luck but John was able to get ahold of Pantasoulas Daily Cruises – an outfit that operated 6 hour cruises from the port of Naousa – which we were no longer close to! But Ilias Pantasoula – the tour operator himself – texted John back immediately. It was 10:30 am. He had a tour leaving at 10:30 am and they would wait for us. Seriously?!?!?! So cool!

John navigated the Little Spark like a race car driver back to Naousa and we arrived at 10:55 to the welcoming smiles of Ilias and his gorgeous younger sister Dimitra. There was another couple onboard from Poland – Joanna and “who”Cash – who also had no problem waiting on the crazy American couple who ran into bad luck. These four people had totally changed our day around!

Off we went! I honestly think the best way to see an island is from the water. The perspective you get is just so different. This case was no exception. Even leaving the port of Naousa was stunning. To see the white, white, white of the buildings contrasting with the deep blue of the sea was just incredible.

Ready to go!
John looking like a gangster
Naousa from the boat

Our first stop was North Santa Maria beach – one of two Santa Maria beaches – this one much smaller, not organized and to the north. It is still on Paros. Ilias had flippers and masks for us and let us loose. We could snorkel or head to the beach or just hang out.

No fear issues here

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m pretty scared (understatement) of open water. So it was a bit of an effort and a “you can do it” to myself to get me in. But I did! And it was lovely – but still frightening. After hyperventilating a bit into the snorkel, I made my way to the beach. Here the four of us took the gray rocks and clay, added water, and gave ourselves a mud bath. Supposed to be amazing for your skin. We literally had the entire beach to ourselves! The girls stood there to let it dry and just chatted. What a lovely couple they are. Part of the experience of traveling is getting to know folks from other parts of the world. And I really enjoyed getting to know Joanna.

Really? It looks so nice from the boat…

When we all got back to the boat, Ilias and Dimitra had cheese pie – made by their mother(!) – waiting for us. Delicious! It was then that we got to learn about the Pantasoulas family. Ilias and Dimitra’s father is a fisherman and was the man who helped untie our boat when we arrived, Ilias’ mother made some of the food. How cool is it that a family is that close and keeps the family business alive and…still likes each other? 🙂

Our next snorkeling spot was called Gouva according go Ilias. Unfortunately, Google doesn’t know about Gouva but it was another very secluded area with a reef to snorkel to. Needless to say, I didn’t make it that far. But at least I got in and doggie-paddled around for a bit, right?!

That water – you could see clear to the bottom

This time when we returned to the boat there was homemade wine from Pantasoulas family vineyard. Are you kidding?! I am not – I couldn’t make this up! It was simply wonderful! This man and his sister were so sweet and seemed so proud of their family and their business. It was rare and beautiful to see. And the wine was pretty good too!

Wine from the Pantasoulas vineyard

Next up was Platia ammos, yet another very secluded beach on the Southern side of the island. Google does know about this one. We saw just one house on the entire peninsula. Apparently it’s protected land and the house was built before the rule was in place. Per Ilias it is a very tough place to get to by road so most approach by water.

Proof I got in the water

Are you wondering what food was awaiting us this time?! This time it was a full lunch spread – Greek salad, multiple kinds of seafood, pasta with fresh tomato sauce and shrimp, fresh bread, homemade tzaziki. And all of it prepared by both Ilias and Dimitra! In fact as we were snorkeling, Ilias was grilling the fish on the boat. His father had caught it, he had marinated it in olive oil and vinegar and left it in the sun to dry and then he’d grilled it. Simply awesome! And for John, Greek salad with no tomatoes 🙂

Our last stop was Agia Kali which is the island John and I were able to see from Kolimbithres beach yesterday. The one with the small traditional church on it. We stopped here and were able to snorkel and play in the water. We were also able to hop on the island and see the church which is open all year. It was simply lovely. This island was where the Russians set up their headquarters in 1770 when Naousa was a Russian naval base. Apparently now they celebrate a religious festival here as well as many weddings. I can see the appeal!

Again you’re wondering what treat awaited us back on the boat? This time it was dessert – halva – made by Ilias and Dimitra’s mom. Made with semolina, sugar, egg and cinnamon, it was Devine – not to sweet with a lovely texture.

Halva made by Ilias and Dimitra’s mom

And then we had to return to real life. If you call vacation in Paros real life! I honestly have no words for the trip we were on today. It was wonderful! From the sweet Polish couple to Ilias and Dimitra to the views to the food and drink – it could not have been better! It’s days like where I know – truly and deeply – how blessed I am…

Ilias and Dimitra Pantasoulas

John and I had been waiting and searching for the right place and time to get a traditional gyro. I remember my first 🙂 In Mykonos with a hot, fresh French fry right in the middle of it. Delicious! Tonight was our night. I researched it! We went to Allos in Naousa based on their stellar reviews and the drooling we’d done walking by for the last two nights. Luckily on Sunday we were able to snag a table. A carafe of house white – lovely – and two chicken gyros – awful! We couldn’t believe it but, as Americans do, we weren’t going to eat something that wasn’t what we wanted. I knew what I wanted and this was cold and the pita was bad. Just yuck… we paid and went onto another place with stellar reviews. Take two right?

Souvlaki Kargas finally did us right! Fresh, hot, filled with meat, chicken and tzatziki and tomato – it was delicious! And right in a corner in the buzzy town so very very good people watching!

What a seriously fantastic day! It’s the ones that aren’t what you’re prepared for that turn out to be so great. And for that I’ll go to sleep with gratitude and a silly grin on my face!

Kolimbithres beach – the opinion of a mountain girl

You simply cannot go to Paros without checking out the world-renowned beaches. Even if you are a mountain girl at heart. I don’t love being in a bathing suit, or sweating, or getting sand on me, or baking in the sun. Sounds terrible right?! But I do love nature and I am awed by a stunning view. I got both today! I also got the sweating, sand………but I digress.

We chose Kolimbithres beach because based on my research it is one of the most unique beaches in the Greek islands due to it’s location within the Cyclades and on Paros. It is located in Plastira Bay and although it is called one beach it is really a series of “hidden” beaches sandwiched between enormous rocks that have been sculpted into otherworldly shapes by the wind and waves over centuries.

Kolymbithres beach
Current situation

You can rent a sunchair and umbrella – recommended because the sun gets SO hot – and every once in a while glance up to see these unique rocks on either side of you and jutting out into the ocean with the backdrop of Naousa in the distance. And don’t forget the sailboats and yachts docked in the bay for your viewing pleasure. Although not a beach girl, I was in the shade next to the man I love surrounded by beauty. There is something about a beach…just the sounds of it. The soft lap of the waves, slow wandering of folks into the surf, the sound of a multitude of languages being spoken all around you. It was lovely and highly recommended – even from this mountain girl.

A view of a small island between Naousa and Kolymbithres

We were fully crispy and HOT even under the umbrella so decided to just drive around in the Little Spark for a bit. We wandered around a bit and eventually made our way to Parikia which is the capital and main port of Paros. This is the other city that most tourists choose to stay in. I avoided it, however, due to Naousa being termed a “sleepy fishing village”. That quote is so wrong! In a good way!

Pretty Parikia in the background
Another lovely arch

I will say more about Parikia when we spend some more time there. We had a nice stroll and FINALLY some loukoumades. Although Pralina Paros served them differently. Loukoumades are the Greek version of donuts. Those of you who know me know that donuts are very near and dear to my heart! But these are small bite-sided donuts. Call them donut-holes if you will.

They are traditionally deep fried in oil but these were “baked” without oil and served smothered with choices of toppings – from dark chocolate to the Bueno praline. We didn’t even hesitate! And as the photo will show below, phenomenal!

Loukoumades!

After being turned away two nights ago we finally had a reservation at To Takimi. As said, this restaurant had been recommended by many and without reservations you were turned away. I was really looking forward to it! And it did not disappoint.

To Takimi, Naousa

To Takimi is a traditional Greek restaurant that sits right in the middle of the Naousa hype. The menu is full of Cycladic and Parian dishes and John and I wanted to get out of our comfort zone. I started with Souma – my new favorite drink? – and asked the sweet waitress what her favorite items on the menu were. Well her face just lit up! And, probably needless to say, we tried almost all of them.

Grandmas cod roe dip with bread to start, baked chickpeas and sun dried mackerel for John and calamari for me. But this wasn’t your American bar-food calamari. This was not fried but was baked in a sauce of tomatoes, raisins and grapes. It was incredible! The best meal here in Greece yet. Just goes to show you that you really should ask the sweet waitress about her favorites and then order them!

The meal finished with a small shot of a drink they make in house. White wine with orange and spices. Yum, yum!

To top of the night, here’s a picture for you…walking back to the apartment on the way out of the town. There’s a scooter – nothing new there – scooters are everywhere. But this time it’s passengers included a chihuahua. Not being held; not being leashed – just hanging out on it’s own seat right below the handlebars. THIS I have not seen before in my long life. That little puppy needed to make the blog! See below…

Don’t miss the smallest passenger in the front!

Lefkes, the Byzantine Road, Naousa and Souma

One of the top things on my list of things to do in Paros was to visit the picturesque village of Lefkes. After coffee on the veranda of our sweet apartment, into the Little Spark and off we went.

Even the drive – much less stress-inducing this morning – is lovely and gives you information on this stunning island. It is dry here and brown and arid and mountainous. I didn’t expect that. And all of the architecture follows what you think of when you imagine Greece. Everything is white, white, white. Against the backdrop of dry and brown, it is a site! Twisting roads and white crowded small villages pop up in the most unexpected place.

We made our way safely to the village of Lefkes. Lefkes was the first capital of Paros back in the Middle Ages and is full of all you think of traditional Greece – whitewashed houses, quaint alleyways bursting with bougainvilla, bright blue doors and window shutters. And a new treat around every bend. It is high on a hill which makes the views from the village breathtaking. You can see the neighboring island of Naxos from there.

The lovely village of Lefkes
Getting ready to hike

I’d read that it wasn’t a touristy town and that there is a nice, easy hike from the town to an even smaller, more classic village of Podromos. It is called the Byzantine Road and it’s the oldest trail on the island and dates back to the Byzantine era – around 1000 AD. According to my research it is an easy 2+ mile downhill hike to Podromos. For anyone reading this, it is not the case. It is NOT a hard hike but there are hills and valleys and lots of loose stones. However, it is totally worth it! The road was originally built to cross Paros and connect Parikia to Piso Lavadi at a time when the coasts were dangerous due to pirates. It is lined by olive trees and “paved” by Parian marble. Just lovely. And the day was beautiful with a clear blue sky and we had the trail to ourselves. We chatted, we sweated, we were silent, we ogled the view…it was a nice way to spend the morning.

A portion of the Byzantine Road
On the Byzantine Road with Lefkes in the background

Needless to say when we got back to Lefkes the village was alive. It was lunchtime after all. We didn’t do a ton of exploring but managed to have a very nice lunch at Lefkiano – a traditional Greek taverna right on the main road where you could watch the world go by – including the hikers just returning from the Byzantine Road. It was here that we tried our first local beer. Called Mamos, it was just what was needed on a hot day after a hike.

On the way to Naousa

After a nice rest in our sweet little apartment we decided to again check out the town of Naousa. During the daylight this time and much less crowded, we window shopped and explored the marina and the Fort of Naousa. The fort is a part of a small Venetian castle which was built in the 15th century to protect the port of Naousa. The only remaining part of the castle is the fort itself. The rest of the walls have crumbled into the sea – some of which you can see in the clear blue-green water on either side. And the view from there back to the pretty port itself is gorgeous!

A view of Naousa from the fort
Trying to get artsy on the fort

Naousa is not known for its sunsets as the sun drops below the rocky hills opposite the port. However we were able to snag a small table right on the water. And I mean right on the water – probably 15 feet away. I had a lovely glass of Parian white and John tried a traditional Greek drink call Souma. It is made from figs which are collected in August each year and set on the roofs of mastics villages to dry. There are no companies and no factories to produce this drink – it is made by individuals. So everywhere you get it will be different – and uniquely homemade. It has 45% alcohol and has been compared to Ouzo and Grappa. The look on John’s face when he tried it was priceless! I think he ended up drinking 3 sips. Me – 1. And I thought I could breathe fire afterwards.

John’s Souma face!
Not a bad sunset over the marina

We got smart last night! We made a reservation at a local restaurant that had been recommended by 4 different people – two of them Americans who had recently traveled to Paros. It is called Kapari and was one we had tried to get into last night. It did not disappoint. The reservation was under Max and we got a table up on the restaurant’s porch where we could again watch the world go by. More local white wine for both of us. A dish of sea brine for John. For me, revitada – a dish of roasted chickpeas in a clay pot and kolokithokeftedes – Greek zucchini balls for me. These things are amazing!

The meal would not be complete without a shot of souma from the restaurant. As said earlier, they’re all different! Well, this one I really enjoyed! Don’t get me wrong, I still felt like I could breathe fire but this time I wanted to!

Aimee’s Souma face!

Welcome to Naousa, Paros

The trip to Paros was…easy. On-time flights, no lost luggage, crankiness at a minimum…until we actually got to Paros. That’s when the adventure begins 🙂

We decided to rent a car – as everyone (including Google) told me to do – and the rental agent was waiting right outside the tiny Paros airport with a large sign “COUTURIER”. I love seeing my name on a sign in a foreign country. Is that weird? Purchased the medium insurance, checked out the baby white Spark and off we went. I rented a manual on purpose – cheaper and John and I are very used to driving one. Yeah – used to driving one in the USA! John called the clutch smooshy. Nothing we could do – we were off.

I got to check out the amazing, late-evening scenery as John navigated the roads in the little Spark that doesn’t seem to have much oomph to it! We arrived in Naousa – purported to be “one of the prettiest villages in the Cyclades” – in under 30 minutes and tried to find out apartment. According to Christos – our Airbnb host – there are no addresses on the island – so he gave us a google pin. Seems easy right? Let’s just say that sometimes google ain’t so great. John is great though! I think I made him turn the Spark around 3 times before we finally found the right street. And I say street – it’s really a 45-degree hill that’s not in the best of shape.

As an elderly Greek woman sneered/laughed(?) at us, John navigated the hill. He left a bit of rubber as we went and squealed those tires but we finally located Francesca who told us where the hell the apartment was. I’m not sure we would have made it without her. And she was very kind – “yes that hill is tough, but it’s all ok”.

She showed us to the lovely little apartment as Christos and his wife are off visiting Athens and couldn’t meet us. She also gifted us with a stream-of-consciousness on where to eat and go in Paros. I caught about every 3rd word…

Perfect little apartment in Naousa

This place is absolutely adorable! Thank you to Claire and Mike – our neighbors – for hooking us up! It is a tiny studio with a little kitchen area and a balcony that looks out onto the town of Naousa and the Aegean Sea beyond. This place will be perfect for us. And goodness knows we’ll get our workout going up and down that hill!

The stunning view from our apartment in Naousa

Who needs a shower? We were HUNGRY! Off we went to explore the town and get some yummy Greek food.

As anyone who knows me knows, I have been doing research on this place for months and have gotten restaurant recommendations from many. Even Francesca recommended To Takimi – that would make 4 recommendations for the restaurant. It became our destination…but not for long.

By this point the sun had set and we headed to the small, walkable main area of Naousa which is considered a fishing village and sits right on a lovely marina.

The lovely marina in Naousa – I cannot take credit for this photo!

Well this town was packed! I cannot even imagine it during high season! We couldn’t get a table at To Takimi so we wandered around trying to find a place. Let me just say – make reservations! I’d read that and actually tried but I’ll take it to heart next time. It was fun to walk around and see all of the traditional Greek architecture and the little tavernas filled to the brim with tourists. Small shops seemed to be open all night long and were also doing a very good business. You could get very lost in the sweet little alleyways – and we did.

After exhausting all of the recommendations I’d been given – they were all packed – we ended up at Calypso and had a pretty good meal. Mediterranean salad for John and grilled meatballs with yogurt sauce for me. And of course the local wine! There is a local winery in Paros that I’d been reading about – Moraitis Winery – and I had to give it a try. It was similar to the love of my life – Chardonnay – and was so yummy! And just what I needed after a long day of travel and the “hill adventure”. John tried a traditional Greek wine Biblia Chora. Mine was better!

We wandered the town for a bit longer and promised to come back when there were hopefully less tourists.

The bed was a very welcome sight upon our return to our apartment especially after navigating the hill. There was a local tour guide at the top of the hill who asked how it was. My response – because I was huffing and puffing – was “you can hear how it was”. His response, “you can smell how it was!” Made me giggle! But oh so true.

697 Days?!?! Here I (finally) go!

It has been 697 days since I last wrote a blog post – thank you COVID-19. And even this one is premature as I am still sitting in the Charlotte airport waiting to board a flight to Munich and then to Athens. This is such a long time coming so fingers – and toes – crossed that we arrive and are let into the country.

We are scheduled to be in Greece for 14 glorious days – from Athens to Paros to Crete to Napflio and back to Athens to see John’s family. I am nervous and excited! And frankly very, very nervous to write again…and be vulnerable again. But from what I remember, I loved it so I’m hoping the love affair still exists two years later.

It’s been a rough year for everyone. John and I are blessed that our family is safe and healthy at this time. We have weathered the COVID storm and have come out on the other side. And in the interim, even given the significant stress on all of us, we have grown more resilient and more grateful for the incredible people in our lives. We have made – and lost – friends and strengthened the beautiful relationships that we are lucky to have in our lives.

A genius at work? Keyboard, coffee, wine in a plastic cup

And with that attitude I am beyond thrilled to be able to see the moon shine from the other side of the world. I will eat luscious foods without shame (I hope!), try new things with a big smile on my face and be happy to be uncomfortable in order to learn more about myself. Come with me! It will be amazing – I promise!

Last, Wonderful, Gorgeous Day in Belgium

It was our last day in Belgium and it dawned VERY cold and foggy. We had wanted to get out into nature in the Ardennes as there are tons of hiking and biking trails. We’d learned of a hike – more of a walk really – from the tourist information shop when we arrived. It started right from our hotel so after a hearty breakfast of – yes, more bread – we were on our way.

A foggy and peaceful hike in the Ardennes

The views weren’t phenomenal because of the fog but what a lovely and peaceful walk. It started through the town of Dinant and past some wonderful old, well-kept houses, some of which were decorated for Halloween. Then we found ourselves in more of a forest surrounded on either side by trees. Eventually we made our way along some open fields and quite near to a motorway. We ended up right back at our sweet hotel where the sun was beginning to shine and the skies beginning to clear. It was a great way to begin our last day.

Here goes….I consider myself a pretty savvy traveler. I do a ton of research on places before we even book and then I do more research before we travel. To that end, I knew that while we were in Dinant I wanted to travel to the nearby town of Durbuy. Legend has it that Durbuy is the smallest town in the world – not true – but it was supposed to be lovely with cobblestone streets and stone houses and cafes and boutiques. Also, the town was hosting a light and sound show for Halloween and I thought it would be a great way to see the small town in a unique way. Well, come to find out, Durbuy is not so easy to get to from Dinant by train. In fact, the town that is 30 minutes away by car is over 4 hours away by train! In my defense, I had researched whether or not we needed a car and had convinced myself we did not. So…no Durbuy or Halloween show for me. Note to readers…do your research! I have learned my lesson on this one. I’m not going to say I wasn’t disappointed but – with John’s help – I’d make the best of it.

The sweet town of Durbuy – that we didn’t get to see…

Instead we decided to take a quick trip to the capital of the Wallonia region – Namur. This city had been on my list as a potential place to stay so it was intriguing. Also, it was a quick 30 minute train ride. We could literally go in for lunch! Which is kind of what we did.

It’s worth noting that the train ride from Dinant to Namur is lovely. The train winds down the Meuse river and you’ll see all of the cute little towns and larger cities along the way. On a beautiful sunny day, it was a nice way to spend 30 minutes.

Namur – well, I felt a bit like I was back in Antwerp but with a little bit more of a personality. This was definitely another big city. And tourism is big here. We made our way directly to the tourist information office as we really had no idea about the city. It is such a tourist destination – and a day trip really – that for 1 euro you can buy a city map that will walk you through the city’s famous sites. So we bought the map and began the walking tour.

I still don’t know much about Namur but I now know that if you want to shop – for clothing or shoes – go to this city! Almost immediately upon leaving the train station, on Rue de Fer, you’ll be hit with store upon store – from jewelry to lingerie to all types of shoes. Your mainstream European chain stores are also on this street – H&M, Zara, you get the gist.

Considering the way we pack for our European travels, we really couldn’t buy much but I did get some sweet boots! According to the French shop keeper, they were in the style of Louis Vuitton. I felt tres chic! And the sweet shop keeper’s son recommended a nice spot for lunch where we had a wonderful Croque Monsieur – my favorite….

We did end up walking around the city and it was nice – especially the river – but we weren’t too into it and headed back to Dinant after just a couple of hours.

Back in sleepy little Dinant we spent some time lounging and then headed our for our last beers – I mean meal of course! A little bar-hopping was in order on our last night. We started at Le Cafe Ardennais which is a cafe across from the train station and right on the river Muese. John and I both really knew which beer we wanted that night – for me Leffe Ruby and for John Cornet which is the beer we had in Ghent. So we walked up to the bar and John asked for a beer list. Well, the sulky bartender looked at him like he had three heads! And he waved his arms around like….there’s beer everywhere….ok then. No Cornet for John. He settled on the Leffe Blonde which was an easy choice because it was on tap. Note to readers here…in Belgium bartenders and waiters make a living wage. Meaning they do not rely on tips. This is both a good and bad thing right? 🙂

We wandered the town in search of more beer – I mean food of course! We finally settled on Le Saxophone. Sounds so touristy, right? And it really was touristy and right in the middle of the small town square. But it was also really nice. We had a waiter who spoke broken English but was able to describe the food and beer. I stuck with my Leffe Ruby but John went all in – trying 2 different beers! One was a Chimay Blonde and the other was a local Dinant beer called Le Croisette de Dinant.

It was a very nice way to end our wonderful trip to Belgium. If you’re still reading (please tell me who you are!!!) then I will write another post about an amateur’s guide to Belgian beer. Then, more on our next trip in the spring. Off to Bilbao spain. I’ll be starting my research now 🙂

The sweet town of Dinant settles the score

We were happy to leave Antwerp and head southwest to the Wallonia region of Belgium. Wallonia is the French speaking area of Belgium and it couldn’t be more different from the Dutch area we were leaving. It is known for its medieval towns, Renaissance era architecture and, of course, more beer! It contains the Ardennes which is an area of forested mountains, rough terrain, unique rolling hills and ridges, rivers and caves.

I was so excited to see this area! I was ready for a radical change from the large city of Antwerp. I was ready for a quaint, gorgeous, sleepy little town with stunning scenery and friendly people.

We arrived on the train/bus to the stunning city of Dinant. There are no words to describe the look of this city as you arrive. But I’ll try. It is a medieval city, of course, and it sits on the banks of the Meuse river. Behind the river is an enormous cliff with a citadel on top and a gothic church in front. The view is incredible!

Sometimes while traveling you get lost. Some times are worse than others. This wasn’t too bad! We just needed to drop our luggage off at our hotel before exploring the city. Sounds pretty easy right? Got a little wet, got a little lost but finally made it to La Merveilleuse – our home for two nights. More on the hotel later….

We headed back out into the rain to find a place to eat – and drink! We crossed the famous Charles de Gaulle bridge to get to the center of Dinant. Yes this is the same man that the airport in Paris is named for. Charles de Gaulle is famous here because he fought for the French in Dinant in World War I. Also, the bridge is unique because it is lined with 28 colorful resin saxophones. Dinant is the home of Adolf Sax – the inventor of the Jazz instrument. The saxophones were erected on the bridge in 2010 in a tribute to the countries of the European Union. Each sax represents a country and each represents its country in a unique way.

Let’s just say, they’re awesome! So colorful and fun and serve as such a different entrance to the medieval city center!

Pizza – and beer – was our lunch of choice as it was Sunday and a sleepy town in the off season and there weren’t a ton of choices. Something to note… unlike other areas we’d been in Belgium, you cannot just assume that people speak English. To me this is great. More difficult, yes but also more authentic. You get by with a lot of smiling and pointing. As always, a smile goes a long, long way!

The town’s citadel was just 50 yards away – small town – so we hiked up the 408 stairs to get there. My heart and head were happy as the views of the town were phenomenal.

We wanted to learn about Dinant’s role in World War I as it didn’t make sense why anyone would want to attack this place. It wasn’t an important port, there weren’t a lot of people, it wasn’t a strategic location… so why? Apparently the town was attacked during the German invasion of Belgium. Another more brutal attack, however, came after that because the Germans believed the town was full of francs-tireurs (free shooters – terrorists to the Germans). It was never proved to be true… but 674 Belgian civilians were massacred as a result. Fascinating history and a very cool tour!

Time to head to our hotel. Again I was so excited about the place. Please, please don’t let me be disappointed again! This hotel was unique. It was voted as one of the most trendy hotels in Dinant but in a different way. It’s name, La Merveilleuse, comes from the name of the gigantic underground caves near to the hotel. At the end of the 19th century, the Dominican nuns built the convent which was now serving as our hotel.

It was built in a neo-Gothic style and served for 100 years as a convent. In 2008 the convent was transformed into the hotel that exists today. Per the website, “all interventions were done with the utmost respect towards history and the ‘soul of the place'”.

Not only is it a hotel but it is also a spa and contains one of the must-sees in Dinant, the Maison Leffe – a museum of Leffe beer. Leffe is one of the local beers in Dinant – it is literally everywhere in there city. In the hotel/museum you can get a brief history of the convent and beer and then go try one.

The hotel was super cool! Sparse with a large dining room right in the middle. When we arrived there were tons of people there – lots of families – enjoying food and beer on a rainy Sunday. It was nice to see. And I was so happy to see our room – warm with modern amenities in an historic setting. Basically a little bit of old and new that was so welcoming! Yes! My expectations were met!

And as part of the room John and I got a free Maison Leffe tour and beer tasting. We also got vouchers for 50 euros each to use at the local casino… more on that later😊

First things first… beer! We headed to the museum, embarrassingly not paying attention to anything, and made our way to the tasting room. All Leffe beers of course. I had the Ruby – flavored with red fruits and brewed with elderberry juice. Oh it was good!!!! My favorite Belgian beer! John had Winterbier – a typical Belgian red-brown beer. Mine was much yummier!

We had to take advantage of the casino vouchers the hotel gave us right? That’s just free play money. And we wanted to check out the casino that was on the outskirts of town anyway.

After a ton of security, we were let into the tiny casino with no windows. Is that a rule of casinos? You can’t have windows? So no one knows how much time was wasted there?! Anyway, gambling has never been my thing – or Johns’s – but when in Rome right? John wanted to play craps but how can you really play craps with no other players? So we headed to the slots. Slot machines have gotten much more complicated since I last played them. There isn’t even a lever to pull anymore. That was really the only part that was fun. So we sat and hit buttons for a while and my husband made 75+ euros! A hidden talent for slot machines? He said he kept hitting “max bet”. Whatever he did it worked! And it would pay for our French dinner and wine! Ooh we felt like we’d beaten the system!

The choices were limited on a Sunday night but we found Le Wiertz – a French family restaurant that seemed to be popular judging from the number of people there. The menu and the waiter were French but we got by and I got to finally try the traditional Belgian mussels. It was yet another to do on my list. Well this was the biggest bowl of mussels I’d ever seen. And they were very good. I just think I ordered wrong. I only got them in white wine sauce because I didn’t know what anything else was! John got a lovely veal stew and we had some decent wine as we were beered out by then.

Dinant, you totally made up for Antwerp!

Antwerp, you disappoint me…

Antwerp hadn’t treated us well so far but we were determined to change our perspective. To that end we signed up to do another free tour – this one called the Legends of Antwerp tour. It began at the famous Grote Markt. The Grote Markt is a famous square in the middle of the town center. It is where the famous city hall sits and boasts countless cafes, waffle shops, chocolate shops, gift shops…you get my drift. And it is impressive – the architecture is super cool. But – the city hall – which would be the most picturesque part of the square – is under construction and you can’t see one single part of it! I mean, it’s completely covered by a temporary facade. So sad…

The facade of the city hall, however, is flanked on both sides by old guild houses and they are quite a sight! In the middle of the square is an enormous statue of the mythical Roman soldier Silvius Brabo throwing the severed hand of a slain giant – Antigoon – at his feet.

We met up with our tour guide, Bart Simpson minus the Simpson. He began the tour with the legend of the soldier mentioned above. And the origin of the name Antwerp. Per the legend, Antigoon was a giant who lived on the river in Antwerp and charged obscenely high tolls for anyone using the (very important) port. If someone didn’t pay he chopped his hand off and threw it into the river. Obviously this wasn’t good for business and Brabo saved the day (and the city?) by slaying Antigoon. As another measure, he cut off his large hand and also tossed it into the river. A guess as to why the city is called Antwerp? The combination of the Dutch words for hand throwing – “hand werpen“. Per Bart, however, this is the first legend. No one really knows how the city came into it’s name.

The tour was really nice. Bart was an excellent tour guide – knowledgeable, passionate about his city, funny and engaging. We walked through the Groenplaats Square – or Green Place. This is another famous city square but this is the touristy one. There is actually a Hilton hotel with an 18th century facade here. Per Bart, we should stay away from this place. He said that not much of Antwerp is a tourist trap but this is one of the few areas that were. Well, it was a gorgeous day so it was a nice place to stand and listen to Bart but I could see what he meant. A Hilton? Surrounded by cafes charging lots of money for beer!

The other cool part of this square is the statue of Peter Paul Rubens – the famous artist who came from Antwerp. He is considered one of the most influential Baroque artists of all time and he is very, very highly regarded in Antwerp.

Bart took us through the fashion district (YAY!) and to the Plantin-Moretus Museum – a museum dedicated to the founders of the printing press. We were able to check out the garden there which was just lovely.

The tour ended at the well known Cathedral of our Lady. The cathedral towers over the center of Antwerp but – as with the City Hall – is under construction and it’s complete spire is covered. Sad again…

At the end of the tour Bart gave us his recommendations for restaurants and chocolatiers. Well, we hadn’t had a Belgian waffle yet and there was one of his favorites. So off we went. What is wrong with a lunch consisting of waffles and chocolate anyway?

There are a couple of things to know about waffles if you’re traveling to Belgium. First, do not call them Belgian waffles! There are two types here and you will stand out like the tourist you are if you ask for a Belgian waffle. First there is the Brussels waffle. These are rectangular in shape and are larger than the Liege waffle. They are typically sprinkled with powdered sugar and served hot. Leige waffles, on the other hand, are smaller and thicker with rounder edges and contain clumps of sugar. Both are served with your choice of very yummy toppings.

I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t note the name of the waffle shop because it was so good. But it was very near the entrance of the Cathedral of our Lady. And it was a sit-down waffle shop – not just one where you take your waffle away. And it was wonderful. Neither me or John are huge fans of waffles but we both enjoyed it. The waiter told us right away it would take a little time as they made the waffle fresh. It was served hot with a bowl of warm cherries next to it. John and I both proceeded to pour the cherries over the waffle – they fit so nicely into the little squares – and went to town! It was a very nice lunch. And we followed it up with, of course, Belgian chocolates! This time from Nello chocolate shop – also near the entrance to the cathedral – where the sweet woman who helped us said her mother made the chocolate.

After the tour I wanted to meander through the fashion district of course. Antwerp, like Bruges, was very crowded. Of course it was a gorgeous Saturday so perhaps that was to be expected. But post-shopping we needed a nap. Back to our dump…

Our evening in Antwerp started back at Grote Markt where there was a bar that looked over the statue of Bravo. It was a pretty nice night so we started by sitting outside at Den Engel which had a pretty happening crowd – both inside and outside. And they had the beer we wanted to try – another local beer called Bolleke. This was a beer mentioned by Bart Simpson, minus the Simpson, during our walking tour. A beer brewed right in Antwerp and without a ton of alcohol in it. It was actually pretty nice. But here’s something to note. Smoking is not allowed inside Antwerp’s bars (since 2011) so all of the smokers either sit outside or come outside to smoke. So much for the nice night outdoors. We headed inside for another taste of the bar.

Time for another feeding. In our dump there were a few guidebooks on Antwerp. I found what one said were the 5 best places to eat like a local. One was Chez Fred. Sounded good to us so we headed there.

But we made a pit stop first. A trip to Belgium wouldn’t be complete without trying the famous Belgian fries – or Belgian frites as they’re called. First fries in Belgium are different from anywhere else in the world. And they’re considered a delicacy here. They’re simply made differently here. First they’re fried twice! Yes twice. And they’re fried in animal fat. Yes animal fat. And then they’re served with your choice of sauces. Not just your average ketchup here. For the most part they’re eaten with a small plastic fork and with a vat of thick, creamy mayonnaise! The verdict – yes they were delicious and definitely worth trying. John loved the mayonnaise; I did not. But even without the sauces they were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. And served piping hot and fresh…. yum!

Onward, this time we finally got out of central Antwerp and into another neighborhood. It was much quieter and more peaceful – even just a few short minutes from Grote Markt. However, Chez Fred was completely booked. I asked the bartender for a recommendation and she said Dansing Chocola – just a few minutes walk – would be quite similar. It was really nice! It was also very crowded but one of the waiters took care of us until a table was ready. An eclectic little restaurant with tons of outdoor seating and quaint little nooks – one of which we sat in. If it helps the reader to picture it, there were figurines of Tweety Bird, Speedy Gonzalos, Jeppeto, etc. Nice! Glasses of wine for both of us – again enough with the beer! – and the waitress tried to translate the specials. I went for the traditional Flemish beef stew again because I knew I’d love it. But John ventured out and went for a stew of “pork cheeks” – at least that’s how the waitress translated it. Either way, our meal was great. Comforting and filling. The people watching was also great there. A good end to our day in Antwerp.

If you’re still reading this post it goes without saying that I was a bit disappointed in Antwerp. But part of that is on me…I didn’t do the research to make the most of this city. But I will say – it is a big city, not a small town, and it has the things that I don’t necessarily like about a big city – it’s dirty, crowded, not very friendly. Try it for yourself but…Antwerp, I’m disappointed.