It’s been four years since I last soaked up that glorious Mediterranean sun in Greece. Four years since I travelled from one island to the next on the Blue Star ferries and dined on Moussaka and Greek salad at waterfront tavernas.
I can’t believe it’s been that long! And yet in six weeks I will be there again.
I think it is safe to say that I am beside myself with excitement!
There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Something I’ve implied, alluded to, and made suggestive comments about on this blog…but I’ve never actually said the words out loud.
We’ve known each other a while now. I think it is time you knew the truth, so here goes….
Paros Island lies in the Cyclades group of islands in the Aegean Sea of Greece. The port of Parikia is one of the busiest in the vicinity. At the height of the summer season, dozens of massive ships and ferries berth daily, off-loading tourists by the hundreds.
Arriving from sea and rounding the headland into the large, natural inlet of Parikia harbour, is an unforgettable sight. Far above the white-washed spread of the town, a series of hills fold across a blaze of blue sky; below, bays and coves carve into the shoreline edged with tavernas, chapels and fishing boats.
Back packing was never something I planned on doing. It simply evolved as an easy option for moving around the Greek Islands – negotiating slippery cobblestones, ferries on turbulent voyages and finding accommodation around harbours and convoluted village lanes.
Being hands free on these occasions was always a bonus, especially for an inexperienced traveller such as I in those first days of travel.
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