Seven o’clock and the sun has just risen over the Albanian mountains, catching the white headboard of a ferry out in the channel moving east for Athens or Igoumenitsa with a precious cargo of holiday makers, ready to spend their euros in the shops, hotels and restaurants of this troubled country.
There was an election here on Sunday–a critical one that could decide whether Greece stays in the eurozone–even whether the eurozone itself survives! But none of the razzmatazz and frenzy of an American or English election day.
Greeks we asked about it in Corfu Town summoned up little interest and we saw not a single sign indicating a polling station.
The Corfiots (the name the locals go by) we were told, leave town on a Sunday and head for their villages where they vote if they have a mind to.
Two friends who arrived from Athens reported the same thing in the capital; the town felt empty, they said.
Not much activity either in the Internet Café on the beach.
Just us and two busy swallow parents dashing back and forth under the beams of the terrace feeding their nest of youngsters.
(Our waiter told us it’s considered bad luck in Greece ever to remove a swallow nest.)
Only a scattering of sunbathers along the stony beach, making it feel more like the Costa Brava my parents took us to in 1953—unspoiled and beautiful.
But Lloret del Mar back then was supporting a mere five hotels and a few bars—nothing as remotely needy of tourism and trade as this beautiful part of Corfu today.
Another ferry on its way–
Let’s hope those two empty loungers above will be occupied next week!
Wish we were there! The photos are great— blue seas and colourful!
Here it is raining heavily.
Sitting by the blue sea and watching the chirpy goings ons under the beams, the joy of life 🙂 Here is a sea of green from my studio window and the wild tweeting of birds making the trees look like living throbbing creatures. Have a wonderful trip.
Sigh – Memories of my childhood summers spent in Greece with my beloved Yiayia …
Why not visit Luke in Lindos while you are in Greece????? HUgs,Jill
We leave Sunday–but nice idea. Hope he’s doing fine.
What great photos!
Beautiful!
I’d love to be there! Are the Greeks uninformed, or just apathetic as to what is going on with Greece? Linda
Swallows are the happiest bird. My husband says that in Italy they are thought of as good luck.
Song–When the swallows come back to Capistrano– I think Pat Boone sang it.