March 27, 2018, Corfu, Greece
Travelling is like flirting with life.
It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my
station’. ~ Lisa St. Aubin de Teran
I couldn’t resist that quote because today begins an
eight day marathon of port days for us without a single sea day as a respite!
This was our only view of Santorini |
After missing our stops at Santorini and Aghios Nicolaus,
Crete, the bridge crew set a westerly course to pass south of the Peloponnesian
peninsula. Then we headed north, leaving the Aegean and entering the Ionian
Sea. (Point of interest: On this trip, we’ve sailed more seas than I knew
existed—Tasman Sea, Java Sea, South China Sea, Andaman Sea, Arabian Sea, Mediterranean
Sea, Aegean Sea and now the Ionian.)
The excursion team also had to go into high gear to
arrange for tours for our previously unscheduled call at Corfu. This island has
been under control of various entities throughout most of its history. The
Corinthians claimed it before the inhabitants of Corfu entered into an alliance
with Athens. The Romans, Byzantines, Venetians, Italians, French, and English
all took turns. The only invading force the residents managed to repel was the
Ottoman Empire. That’s why the architecture on the island bears little
resemblance to the white-washed sugar cube houses and blue domes we’d expected
to see on Santorini and Crete. All the conquerors left their mark here in Corfu.
But some who came, came
for love. However, I’m getting ahead of myself.
We boarded our tour bus
for drive into the mountains and to a traditional Greek village called Kato
Garouna. Our guide as an informative young lady named Elene, which she
explained was the same as Helen in English. When I dubbed her Helen of Corfu,
she got quite a kick out of it.
Kato Garouna was as
un-touristy as one could hope. The streets were not cobbled exactly, more like
smooth slabs of stone. As we walked along, I made sure to glance down every space
between the cheek-by-jowl houses and was rewarded!
Off the main streets,
narrow alleys wound around and up and down. All homes must be painted certain
colors, a terra cotta red, pale orange/yellow, dusty pink or cream. The effect
is a lovely color palette, but what I would call “deferred maintenance,” the
inhabitants seem to regard as charming. Mold and lichen abound, and every roof
and eaves trough sprouts with grass and moss.
Helen led us to a small museum
housed in an old olive oil factory where we saw the old olive press still in its
place.
In an adjoining room, a
craftswoman demonstrated the art of carpet weaving. She uses “Persian knots”
for her work, and the carpet is so dense, there are 600 knots per square inch!
Then we stopped by a taverna
for a Greek snack—olives, goat cheese, salami, and homemade bread with olive
oil. The bread was perfect, crusty on the outside and soft inside.
We were told we couldn’t have water, but we were required to have wine! The DH took a glass of white and I chose red, so we could both taste each of them. Both vintages were very dry, which we like.
We were told we couldn’t have water, but we were required to have wine! The DH took a glass of white and I chose red, so we could both taste each of them. Both vintages were very dry, which we like.
Next, we visited
Achilleion Palace, built for the Empress Elisabeth of Austria in the late 1800’s.
She was obsessed with Greek culture, and the structure is designed with Achilles
as the central theme.
The home is filled with
elegant statuary and paintings, like this exquisite private chapel.
Every place you look there’s
something amazing. I kept reminding myself to look up. These corbels were embellished
with statues.
Once outside, we negotiated
an uneven set of steps up to the Italian garden arranged around a huge bronze statue
of Achilles looking out over the Ionian Sea.
The statue is so large it
had to be shipped to the island in pieces and reassembled in the garden.
Another statue of the hero
Achilles dominates the other end of the garden, but in this one, he’s not the
conquering hero. According to myth, Achilles’ mother wanted her half-god son to
be immortal so she dipped him into the River Styx. All of his body was
protected against injury except for the heel his mother held him by when she dunked
him. In typical Greek tragedy tradition, Achilles carried the seed of his own
destruction inside himself. In this statue, he’s dying after being struck in
the heel by an arrow.
Our day in Corfu was
lovely. After all the stark, sandy vistas we’ve been treated to lately, this lush,
green island is a balm for our dry eyes. If we ever are fortunate enough to
come back, there are many more things I’d like to see and do here—the convent
on Mouse Island, the new fort built by the Venetians in the 1500’s, and the old
one from much earlier. The list goes ever on…
Well I don't know if it would have made up for missing Crete but how nice of Princess to provide an ad hoc stop in Corfu. What a nice place to visit.
ReplyDeleteAllen T.
We really enjoyed our day in Corfu, but I would have liked to see Crete.We had tickets to see the Knossos ruins there.
ReplyDeleteI am so happy you stopped in Corfu,A lovely place to see, so much history. A great side trip! You looked so beautiful in your picture! I can see in your eyes & face that you are in your element!!!! Thank you for sharing all of these sights with us. It was so good to hear your voice yesterday,thanks for calling us, we loved it!!!!!! Love you both so much!
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