After Athens, we took the boat to Crete. Instead of the 40 minute flight, this is the leisurely way. You get on the boat at Piraeus around 8.00 at night, and wake up in your little cabin at 5.30 in the morning as it chugs into Souda Bay.
This was partly a chance to do some reading and writing in the sun (up early, work till lunch; eat and swim at the beach; work again before supper). It was partly a return to old haunts. For years when they were young we took the children to the house (above) of some good Greek friends in a village outside Chania. A decade later we wanted to go back – and also see how much it had changed.
For us, there was good news and bad news.