Albeit a little late, I’m glad I can report to you that we had a wonderful Easter. On Friday 25th in the morning we did a round of the consulates to promote Yvonne’s activities. We were most welcomed in most cases by the honorary consuls themselves. In most cases, because only 3 of the 9 consulates were open. [We did the remaining 6 on Tuesday after Easter.]
At around 3 in the afternoon we left for Matala. The weather was steady, though not too warm. It had been like that since the beginning of the week. The road was less congested than we expected and a new segment had been opened between Venerato and Agia Varvara, which shortened the trip to a little more than an hour. We went straight to the Coral Hotel were we were to meet Panagiotis and Pascale. The Coral Hotel is a small summer resort were we stayed twice before, when we were on holidays, the last time for Easter last year. The owners, Adonis and Eleni, are always happy to see us. No people in the world can make you feel welcome like the Cretans can. Adonis was not there when we arrived. Only one other Greek couple had arrived so far, also from Iraklio, Panagiotis and Pela (an abbreviation of Pelagia, the name of several saints), together with their two children, Angelos and Christina; a third one was on its way. We chatted for an hour with Eleni and the other Greeks, after which time we were joined by Panagiotis (yes, it gets confusing with 2 Panagiotis) and Pascale who came back from a stroll on the beach. The temperature to the south of the Idi mountains is always a few degrees higher than in the north where Iraklio is located, though the distance is a mere 60 kilometers.
In the evening we all went to a taverna in Sivas, where Adonis joined us later. The food, as usual (it’s getting boring, that, isn’t it?), was e-x-c-e-l-l-e-n-t. I would tell you the name of the place, but I don’t remember it right now. It’s right there in the plateia opposite the church, and it serves food mezé-style. No doubt it will be mentioned in the Chronicles later. We have every intention of returning…
The next day was declared B-day. Our bodies were in dire need of some solid exposure to the sun. After breakfast we set out for the Red Beach. It’s a secluded beach which requires a little effort to get there. From the village of Matala you have to take a steep path through barren rock up the mountains, where the wind blows you away. Once you are on the top you have a very nice view of the bay of Matala at one side and the Red Beach at the other side.