This is NOT a tourist review…nor a romantic story for that matter. Despite the misleading tittle, this is the story of girl meets Crete and against all odds has an instant “coup de coeur”.
Flash back. 2 months ago, when planning our next vacation, hubby strongly made the case for trying something “new” versus simply going back to Morocco (which has been our ultimate fall back since baby for the obvious family reasons). His rational being baby needs to discover new stuff to stimulate him (mmm I never went outside of Morocco until I was 5 and I don’t think it hurt me…others may disagree though) AND we just have been back from there. Okay, so he has a point…or 2. So I decided to give him carte blanche* to choose whatever destination he fancied provided it ticks my long list of criteria (not too far, brilliant guaranteed good weather, baby friendly, luxurious comfortable). And know what? leveraging his amazing Googling skills he landed us an allegedly amazing week…in Crete. Okay. Call me spoilt but I really went into this holiday choice as a com-pro-mi-se so haven’t engaged very much into the wheres and hows. All I knew was: Villa in Crete. Pool. 5min from the beach. 365 days sun. Okay. Sounds good.
Actually it was GREAT. As soon as we arrived I was literally swept off my feet. First by the amazing Crete history (and adorable villages), landscape (those who know me know I am a big fan of “accidented” landscape when Sea meets Mountains, Desert meets Snow and Green meets Ochre ). For me Crete was exactly like that.
But I would be a hypocrite if I attributed it all to the landscape and the weather. A big part of it was the wonderfully amazing Paradise Island Villas. Superb location. Superb accommodation. Second to none service. Amazing people.
But what do you wear in Crete? I packed thousands of outfits- as usual – but ended up spending my days in my swimsuit splashing around the pool with hubby and baby. On my “off” time, I wore dresses – what else!- and especially long floaty ones like my incredibly breezy black COS dress. And when I needed to be active, I threw on my fabulous GAP jeans short dungaree (the first dungaree I wore since I was 10) in very soft fabric and baggy relaxed fit.
ah summer….
bisous bisous
* I am sure this is not how he would describe it. Challenge would be a more accurate word that comes into his mind.
