By Maryanna Gabriel
I’m not going to lie. The flight was brutal.
And I havn’t found any Greek gods, nor an Adonis for that matter but gosh, the people here are sweet. Given the Greeks are besieged by waves of visitors, it is awfully good of them. Rules restricting airbnb go into effect this month and I’m glad the Greeks are…
… protecting themselves against inflated rents that skew the economy. The Russians can’t get to their luxury villas and so land prices are dropping.
It has turned out to be a good decision to visit a small town in the far south of Crete. Bougainvillia tumbles over white walls, where the cooing of doves may be heard and all the while the reassuring blue of the Mediterranean pounds in the background. It has taken awhile for all my cells to reassemble, and the time change is dire, but somehow I am pulling through and who wouldn’t?
