I’d have to say that the mother of all Farmers Markets lies right here, in the Greek Islands. Out of all the ones I’ve been to, at least. And that’s saying quite a bit, because we have some pretty awesome Farmers Markets back in the States. The greatest thing about these outdoor specialty markets, to me, is the fact that
It’s that time of year again! Rain clouds, hot cocoa, cozy sweaters and of course, the holidays! Fall is my most favorite time of year and I couldn’t help but get lost in the cobwebs and spooky horror flicks; but since Halloween just passed, I knew I had to stop my holiday madness (at least for a little bit) and give you guys a special treat!
It has been a wonderful summer, but like all good things, it must sadly come to an end. And while I sit back and reflect on all of the amazing memories, there is one in specific that tops them all. It was just another day exploring Crete with my two cousins, Brandy and Jon. During their visit we sun
“Chronia Polla!” Or as we would say, “Many Years!” Name-Days are extremely important in Greek Orthodox religion; more so over Birthdays. Every Greek celebrates their Name-Day, which is a specific day addressed to someone who shares the same name as a Saint. Every Saint is celebrated, but none as gloriously as the Virgin Mother Mary. It is on August 15th
Even though the streets are littered with spray painted walls, Chania is as breathtaking as can be. Its history dates back to the Ottoman Empire, where you can find ancient Turkish baths now turned into fine dining restaurants. You can spend hours walking through hundreds of alley ways that are scattered with gorgeous art, delicious food and plenty of knick knack shops.
Its been just about three months since I moved to Crete and here’s a few things I’ve come to notice so far: 1. Fanny Packs. They’re a thing. And mainly just for the Greek men. They all sport them like they never went out of style. Thank goodness too, because I love wearing mine. Although, I do get some ‘looks’… hence
I made it! I completed the 3 day globe-trot from sunny San Diego all the way to the breathtaking Mediterranean Sea. Right smack in the middle of the European, Asian and African continents. On the Island of Crete. And I survived! Don’t get me wrong, my 21 hour air travel was pretty damn easy. All I really need is music, bourbon and a pillow.
I was a Southern Californian girl Not a valley girl, but a 30-year-old married San Diegan who loved living the SD lifestyle filled with gorgeous sunsets, great friends and fish tacos… not to mention an excellent micro brew selection. I lived in America’s Finest City for over 8 years with my husband, Dan, and our two pups, Ringo and Theodore. We