Day 5 – Friday, 17 July
On a summer holiday, I'd rather not spend time wandering around sites and monuments or travelling by car to discover hidden villages. I'm glad Alkis shares my love for the sea and enjoys as much as I do spending time on the beach and finding romantic bars or tavernas in the evening while contemplating yet another sunset. While sipping our wine at Bossa Café, we were watching with an unwavering gaze the sun sinking slowly beneath the horizon. Tiny threads of light painted the sky with the dexterity of a skilful artist: first a fiery orange, then red and finally a velvety dark blue that melted away into the chalky mauve of the Aegean Sea. And then darkness settled leisurely on the island of Naxos. I think Mother Nature is the greatest artist in the world.
Day 6 – Saturday, 18 July
Time flies. This is, perhaps, a cliché, but it was reality to us. The countdown had started: one day left before flying back home and before the end of what I call a dream Summer holiday. Soon after breakfast, we went to the beach and spent the whole day there. It was pure magic!
Day 7 – Sunday, 19 July
This was our last day on the island of Naxos. After the beach, we thought we deserved a special treat, so we had our last dinner in Naxos at Nissaki Restaurant. Alkis had what I had on our first day – grilled pork fillet, and I had grilled king prawns. There were eight in a portion. In Cyprus, you only get four or five. But I ate them all! Alkis' choice of the wine was excellent: Gerovasiliou – a great Greek red. Intense and ruby-garnet in colour, it overwhelms the palate with intense flavours.
Day 8 – Monday, 20 July
After enjoying our last huge breakfast at Glaros Boutique Hotel, we packed and then spent a couple of hours strolling in Naxos for the last time. At 12:30 pm, the taxi arrived and drove us to.... what they call an airport in Naxos! Oh, my! It was a very small house! Here is my conversation with Alkis before flying Olympic Air to Athens.
- Alkis, where are we?
- At the airport.
- But ... this is a small house, NOT an airport.
- And this is a small island called Naxos, remember? Small islands have got small airports.
I was scared to death! We checked in one hour prior to the departure of our flight and then we sat down waiting for the flight to Athens.
- Alkis, there is only one helicopter outside. Are we going to Athens by helicopter?
- No, we aren't, Alkis said while reading his newspaper. We're flying Olympic Air.
Olympic Air landed and I got into a panic!
- Alkis, I'm not going to fly THIS!
- My love, this is an aeroplane, and it will fly us to Athens.
- I'm not going to fly this...this....aeroplane. It's got ...propellers!
- So, what do you suggest?
- I suggest staying in Naxos for yet another night and take that wonderful Blue Star catamaran to Athens!
- Now it's too late. We're flying Olympic Air to Athens.
There were only 30 people on board. Some Americans, some Germans, some French and us. And we only had to go up four steps to board. And there was only ONE air hostess. During take-off, she happened to sit opposite us and she held my hand and said that air travel was the safest. And then she went on chatting and saying that she had two more Olympic Air flights to take – Paros and Milos! The tiny aeroplane with the propellers safely landed at Eleftherios Venizelos Airport in Athens. We only had time to have a quick bite – a delicious spinach pie – before the final call of Aegean Airlines to Larnaca. It was a huge Airbus A321 which landed us safely at Larnaca International Airport at 6:15 pm.
Back home, we had pizza delivered for dinner! We ate our pizza watching the news on TV and talking about our exciting holiday on the island of Naxos in Greece.