“There is a kind of flame in Crete – let us call it “soul” – something more powerful than either life or death. There is pride, obstinacy, valor, and together with these something else inexpressible and imponderable, something which makes you rejoice that you are human being, and at the same time tremble.”
― N. Kazantzakis, Report to Greco
I didn’t know what to except from our visit to Crete. The idea to travel there wasn’t mine and I knew very little about this large Island in the Mediterranean. However, it turned out to exceed my hopes. It was hot, but the nights were cool on the water, so lack of AC wasn’t a big problem. We just needed to keep the sunscreen flowing under that big, hot orb. Here in Sweden I miss a café culture and the ability to eat excellent food at a reasonable cost so finding the Crete had a few tavernas in every town that didn’t charge a fortune was nice. The food, even at the modest restaurants, was great. Ancient history always attracts me, so I was glad to be constantly exposed to it. Crete is not a impoverish part of Greece, but you do see an odd mix of clean modern buildings next to much older ones in poor states of repair. But that’s the kind of juxtaposition I love to see, especially in such stunning landscapes. Through it all the Cretans were uniformly friendly far beyond normal hospitality. The downside was terrifying mountain road drives with the reward of magnificent vistas. We survived it all as these pictures prove.
