We sorted out our rental car pretty quickly (a lime green Fiat Panda christened Princess Fiona) and Lucy had fun getting used to driving on the right. A few more learning experiences with street signs and that impossible alphabet and we eventually found the correct road.
The scenery was rather dreary – scrubby hillsides and lots of scorched dust giving the impression you’ll turn the corner and see Luke Skywalker. The occasional view was lovely – tiled cottages or gorgeous estuaries, but I was starting to wonder if I had made the right decision coming to Mytilini instead of Crete or Molyvos:
However, as soon as we get to Skala Erresos, that changed. The village is small and bright. There were lots of colourful umbrellas, souvenir beach towels, postcards and floating toys hanging against white washed walls ten metres from beautiful blue water. Our hotel had a balcony and air conditioning to help with the heat.
Like us, most visitors were women there to check out the annual festival. Being Sappho’s birthplace, it is quite a significant spot. Although all the women seemed to be on the other side of 40 than us, and clearly quite well off, there was a nice friendly vibe about that made me feel very at home.
In spite of the festival, the beach is still wonderfully empty:
Lucy and I hit the water immediately, and stayed in until late afternoon when we got a bit peckish. Somehow, we brought ourselves to drink beer and eat stuffed zucchini flowers. Then, celebrated our good fortune with fancy cocktails:
And watched our first Lesbian sunset:
It's not a bad life.
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