We spent today on the beach and Michael fell asleep at lunchtime. Mum and Dad took Sophie for lunch at a taverna a short way up the beach and Keith and I had an hour of peaceful bliss. I really relaxed as I knew Michael was safe asleep on the sunbed and covered by one of the hotel towels.
When Mum and Dad returned Keith and I waded down to have lunch on our own as Michael was still asleep. The taverna was perfect with a lovely view out to a little island that sits in the middle of the bay. The cooking was wonderful and there was a welcoming, shaded area to sit.
We saw a yacht moored out at sea and we wondered whether it was one of the boats we saw moored in the harbour last night. The woman who runs the taverna with her son and his family had been cooking all morning, and lunch was spread out inside. We chose roast pork and rabbit with potatoes. The food was delicious and was accompanied by a basket of crusty bread and local wine. Who could want for more?
Michael was awake when we returned and we all went up to the pool for a dip. Sophie loved the pool more than the sea and we celebrated being on holiday by ordering drinks and ice creams. I jokingly said I didn't want to go home and tried to persuade Dad to stay on for another week! Little did I know that my words would almost come true! I tried to teach Sophie to swim but she wouldn't go out of her depth so I gave up. Michael refused to go into the water, which was a shame as the pool was cool and refreshing.
The hotel was quiet with only a few guests making use of the pool, which overlooked the beach and a small golf course. Most of the guests were older couples, except for one other family with small children, so it was very peaceful. The only gripe was the price of the drinks at the poolside bar, which was expensive. Three beers and two ice creams came to £18. Still, we enjoyed being able to sit by the pool and have a drink, and as I had a photograph of the bar on my office wall, I felt like I was living the dream for a short while.
By the late afternoon, we'd had enough, and retired to our rooms where the children played on the terrace, occasionally making noisy visits to Mum and Dad's room. The gardens were gorgeous with the most beautiful plants and flowers everywhere. The staff had placed huge Grecian urns all over the terraces and bougainvillaea and hibiscus flowers grew out of them and over the walls. It would have been lovely to recreate this at home, but our climate just isn't suitable.
In the evening, we parked the cars once again on the dusty area near the bus station and enjoyed a drink at a harbour bar. Tonight, we decided to eat around the corner overlooking the old harbour, which was full of brightly coloured fishing boats. A classic Greek scene, if ever there was one!
There were restaurants on both sides of the harbour but we opted to stay well away from the water, as we didn't want to tempt fate with Michael! He devoured an ice cream at the table and the waitress took a shine to him as she mopped his chin and cooed all over him!
We ate well here and Dad had a wonderful main course, a fish pie that looked like a huge spring roll! Sophie and Keith ordered chicken that was far better than the souvlaki Mum and I chose. For once, meatballs weren't on the menu!
The place was very busy and people wandered past in their search for restaurants and shops. The sky was beautiful as it became darker. It reminded me of a length of gorgeous blue velvet sprinkled with stars. It was so pretty and Sophie's dress matched the colour of her chair exactly!
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