It was all Greek to us
Trip Start Sep 07, 2010
29Trip End Sep 06, 2013
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
On Corfu, the Austrian Empress Elizabeth built herself a retreat in the late 1800’s. She filled it with statues honoring the muses and Achilles. The palace is called Achilleion in his honor. Elizabeth is famous for her slight figure, apparently an early anorexic, and for being murdered by an anarchist who was just looking to make a name for himself. The Kaiser bought the place next. It was used as a hospital during WWI, a casino, as a Nazi headquarters during WWII, and a museum, but not those functions necessarily in chronological order, as I listed them. It is surprising to see the extent the Nazis went in order to hold and control every corner of Europe. Although Randy reminded me, if we, and a good load of Brits, are interested in vacationing there, so would the Germans. We could still see a couple of pill boxes on the roadway up the east coast of the island. And Albania was almost within spitting distance at the top of the island.
We walked, and sweated, our way through Corfu town the first day. We walked all over the old fort, Randy climbing up on some walls to get "that shot"
One evening Randy and I rented a vehicle and drove across the island to the west side to see a sunset. It took us 30 minutes. To go all the way across the island. The views were spectacular, and we had a pleasant evening tasting local wine, beer and food. As we sat in the dining room overlooking a small cove, the evening descended. As small breezes flew across the water we could see the ripple run in all directions, almost like shadows under the water. The shadows raced across the cove and then out to the deeper water. It almost looked like a school of fish creating the shadows and darting either toward the wall of the cliff, or the open sea. It’s hard to describe, but the view of it was mesmerizing.
The western side of island really reminded me of Nags Head, or Duck, NC
The trip back to Italy started after midnight waiting for the ferry to return us to Brindisi over night. As it was the end of August, the Italians were finishing up their long holidays, so the boat was very crowded. The Italians mostly opted to not spend their vacation dwindled resources on a cabin to rest on the 7 hour-or-so ride back to Brindisi. Instead, they were camped out on the floor everywhere. And I mean camped out. In the stairwell leading to our cabin, a family pitched a tent, blew up an air mattress, and rested in relative privacy. Their tent was probably less crowded than our cabin. We had several “guests” in our cabin. The bathroom was swarming with fleas. But since we arrived in the cabin around 3 AM, we just decided to crash rather than try to get other accommodations. I had the reminder flea bites on my legs for the following week. Just a reminder, that it’s still all about the adventure.