29 July 2009

Mamma mia

The washing's been done, the cases unpacked, the photos stored on computer, the memories put to bed. We are back home again, though I so wish we were still there.

Oh what a lovely holiday we had. Just a week. A mere seven days, but it was heaven on earth. Endless blue skies, calm turquoise seas, clusters of white villas dotted all over the landscape and temperatures of 46 degrees centigrade or 115 fahrenheit!! That last bit was a bit of a killer, I must admit, but Kay and I darted from one bit of shade to another and only really emerged at 8pm like butterflies from a chrysalis when the sun had gone down and it was cooler (by then as low as 30 degrees centigrade or 86 fahrenheit)! Even in the middle of the night, temperatures barely dropped below 30. How the Greeks manage to live their lives in that heat, I don't know, but you can understand why they need to siesta.



Because of the heat, we did not do an awful lot except relax by the pool or dart between the shadows down to the beach, but we sat under parasols until it was safe to emerge once more. The sea and the pool were refreshingly soothing and lured us from our shady hideaways. A few day trips using local buses to nearby villages and sights also enticed us


from the shade and were extremely interesting. I tried out my pathetic knowledge of Greek, much to the amusement of the waiters and shopkeepers, who looked questioningly at my faltering words and replied in perfect English. We ate a different Greek meal each evening and studiously avoided anything that smacked of English breakfasts or burgers and chips. We sometimes rounded off the evening with a cocktail or two decorated with a garnish of plastic mermaids, straws and other follies. We slept (with the extortionate optional extra of air-conditioning) like we had never slept before. Happy in the knowledge that we were not sharing our accommodation with an alcoholic who could set fire to the place at a moment's notice. A truly relaxing week. It did me the power of good. Mother and daughter getting on like two sisters or very good friends. Sharing secrets and having interesting conversations. Mamma mia, that was a week I shall remember for a very long time.


Our return was traumatic enough. It started by being collected by coach from our apartment at 1 am for a night flight at 5.30 am. This was supposed to be an hour-long transfer to the airport but turned into a two-hour coach-journey-from-hell. Ten minutes into the journey one passenger threw up his evening meal all over the coach aisle because he had drank too much alcohol and the coach had to stop for 20 minutes while he continued to throw up all over the roadside as well. Once the coach had been cleaned up and we had set off again, the coach shuddered to a halt after another five minutes and it transpired the coach had broken down. "Nothing serious", said the dippy blonde tour rep, "just something the matter with the engine!!" We waited another 30 minutes on a dark deserted bit of country roadside for a replacement coach. Once finally at the airport, the check-in was long and meticulous, the overnight flight was cramped and it was impossible to sleep so we arrived back in London at 7.30am having not slept a wink all night. We reached home bleary-eyed mid-morning to find Greg already quite inebriated and a dirty great burn hole in the kitchen floor where he had fallen asleep on one occasion and dropped his cigarette. We were home again... with a bump!

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Rosiero,

I am so glad to hear you had a great time. I was writing about my agoraphobia the other day and how it kicks in on the way back home- not to disimilar to holidays from the sound of things. As soon as you are headed home its a nightmare from begin to end.

But from reading your post the batteries will have been given a much needed recharge. Such a special time I am sure the both of you will cherish for all time to come.

All the best and good to see you back,

Nechtan

Strawberry Jam Anne said...

So pleased to know you had such a good time on your holiday with Kay. It certainly sounded idyllic. Keep your memories fresh Rosiero - whatever happens next, no-one can take them from you. A x

Ellen said...

Sounds like you and Kay have had a wonderful time in Greece with memories to treasure. The photographs are really very good - you certainly have a good eye. Take care and take some time to recover from your journey home. Dx

Nota Bene said...

Journeys of all kinds can be painful...but very glad you had the hoiliday you both deserved. Sounds like paradise

Rebel Mother said...

So pleased you had a great time. Fab pic's by the way.

I guess the latter part was an omen to coming home! What a ghastly coach journey!!!
There is always one isnt there?

RMxx

Working Mum said...

It looked idyllic. You might be home with a bump, but you have lovely memories to treasure of your time with Kay and the possibility of doing it again in the future. Glad you had a lovely time together.

aims said...

Ah crap!

Having read of such a wonderful vacation - the words of the coach ride had my stomach clenching. It seemed like an omen. Sure enough.

Ah crap!

Kit Courteney said...

Heat aside (makes me uncomfortable just thinking about it) I'm glad you both had a good time. How lovely to get some proper quality time together away from home.

I hope the return home won't spoil your lovely memories :0)

Elaine Denning said...

I'm so glad you both had this time away. Treasure the memories. x

Anonymous said...

But you have memories and they're good ones. Keep them in your head when the down days arrive.

CJ xx

www.retiredandcrazy.com said...

See.... I told you life could be good. And there will be many, many other good days too. Hold that thought.

Penny Pincher said...

I'm glad you had such a lovely relaxing sun-filled gossipy and secret sharing week. Maybe the horrible incidents on the return journey were re conditioning you for your return to 'real life'.
Just hold the mental image of the good times on holiday in your mind as often as you have a few idle seconds.
I love the pics.

Daphne Wayne-Bough said...

That's how good life CAN be. Hold on to those memories. 46 degrees would have done for me though. Sorry I didn't come by earlier, thought you'd gone for two weeks!

DD's Diary said...

Gorgeous photos. And nothing can take away that wonderful time you had with Kay. I have a horrible feeling Greg was just lying in wait to get all your attention again ....x

Flowerpot said...

I am so glad you had such a good time, even i f the return trip wasnt all it might ahve been. As you say, you will remember that holiday forever..... very special.

Eliza said...

Glad you had a great time, its a shame about the wake up call when you got home.