Dan and I went to Crete for 2 weeks. We hired a tiny car and drove up and down terrifying roads, through mountains and gorges covered in lush greenery and vibrant flowers. We went to paradise beaches, deserted except for the local goats, and ate delicious fresh salads in hilltop tavernas.
We stayed in a magical family home in Chania, where the owners brought us buckets of avocados, oranges and lemons from the garden and took us for a ride into town in their immaculate Ford Cortina.
Our next stop was our own private beach where we picked herbs from the rocks outside the house and cooked dinner on a fire every night, collected shells along the shoreline and felt like we were castaways on a desert island.
The days were hot and clear, and the night winds blowing from Africa felt like giant hairdryers on our faces.