A semi serious study on how to fight post-Crete blues
As the engines create strong acceleration and the aerodynamic noise gets louder and louder, my seat is pushed back with strength and my head starts rambling on how to cope with this departure for the next few months.
I’ve been fighting this Cretan nostalgia for long. It’s an old-time acquaintance. It hides in the gates of Cretan airports, it never fails to board and sit next to me on the plane. It’s there, it holds my hand tight and puts tears in my eyes as my face sticks to the window trying to catch the last piece of the Aegean.
They say Crete gets in your soul and you either love it or hate it. I was never able to hate it. At first, I was astonished at my reluctance to leave, when it was time to fly back home and I was never able to take off. Then, little by little, I came to accept it.
No more boureki for a while, no more raki for some time… no more friendly kalimeras or jaw-dropping backdrops. That pain had to end!
My mind and heart belong there. Easy to prove: No matter how far I travel, there’s always a need to go back. No matter how beautiful other landscapes turn to be, they will never beat the Cretan ones. They enclose a mysterious attraction that mixes with rough nature and hospitable hearts.
I’VE ALWAYS LOVED GREECE, BUT CRETE…
Crete is another thing. And speaking of Greece… I’ve always reckoned the beauty of the country, but never failed to admit that more than pristine beaches and white-washed houses, Greece is beautiful because of the Greek. The beauty of the place lies with its people. And my idea of Crete has always been the same: Crete is the most beautiful island. Beauty belongs to it. That’s the Cretan way.
HOW TO SURVIVE CRETAN NOSTALGIA?
It’s the end of the year. It’s time for those personal posts I so much dread to write. Every December I try to save you from that pain, yet Mrs Chatterbox has always something to add. Last year it was time to celebrate change… this year more change is on the way.
The Tiny Book has never been your regular family travel blog… And hopefully it will never be. Kids are our main interest, not our focus. We include them in our adventures, we do not create adventures around them.
So this blog might as well be for the regular traveler, the solo traveler, or that person at home dreaming about traveling. You don’t need kids to be here. Indeed, we are eclectic. There are times we travel the world, times when we write about food, wine, or being expats. There are times we insist on a subject. And that subject is Crete!
Planets have finally aligned in the way we have been secretly desiring to. Our decision came its way. Naturally, not much thought went into it. We are hours away from moving to Crete. So now you know… if you ask me how to survive Cretan nostalgia my answer would be: Move there!
If planets keep conspiring, I might also write about relocating. Do not expect any “fool-proof” guide on how to move abroad, because the amount of mistakes I might have made could turn out to be impressive. I still have to find out.
OUR BAGS ARE PACKED AND READY
And it’s a painful amount of bags for a carry on philosopher… Books and toys are now on their way to the port. Hopefully it’ll be over soon.
These have been intense and tiring months. Huge loads of Italian bureaucracy reminded me life has never been easy here. We also know Greek bureaucracy will not be a piece of cake… Karma? Not so sure.
Despite of sleepless hours of packing, organizing and trying to keep track of everything, feelings can fall out of that radar of control. It’s excitement with a tiny drop of nostalgia in it. I’ll miss my friends in Italy, some of our routines and even a few inches of that dreaded bureaucracy. But I am going after a dream and hoping for the best. Every welcoming word or gesture I receive from Cretan friends prove I’ve made me the right decision. This is my last post from Milan. Back to you soon, now it’s time to board!
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