This was a flash solo trip.
One fine day I sailed to the nearby Tzia, to see my beloved in-laws.
Upon arrival, I found my godson in the port waiting to welcome me and not leaving my side for a minute.
He had prepared drawings, jars filled with sand and pebbles to be used as candle holders, small sea shells, all gifts made or collected with his precious little hands.
He kept asking if I would “still be here with us tomorrow” and melted my heart.
It was kind of weird not to have anyone else to look after but myself for once.
IN THE SHIP TO KEA
I took the ship from Lavrio.
During the summer there are 4-5 regular daily itineraries, starting from early morning at around 6.30am until late afternoon at 8 or 8.45pm depending on the day.
It is a small voyage. No time to get bored.
The time is just enough to let your senses indulge in the blue of the sea and sky and in the beauty the sun dawn. And before you know it, a whole hour has just gone by and the ship is docking to the port of Korissia.
It goes without saying that the fist morning of the next day is dedicated to walking in the islands head village:
I wandered in the narrow alleys of this village for the whole morning.
I shared smiles and “good mornings” with dozens of the locals.
I passed by white steps, cobblestoned alleys, I was greeted by welcoming faces and I felt part of this place.
My eyes were filled with light and colours… with the traditional whites and blues dominating among them.
I climbed the main road, spectated the big chessboard and observed a french tourist playing chess with his adolescent son.
A bit further away I spotted the beautiful neoclassical building of Ernst Ζiller, that was built in 1902 for sheltering the old Town Hall. Now it houses offices of the tax collection agency in the first flour, while the second floor is used as a ballroom for weddings and other formal occasions. It opens beautifully to the village’s main square.
I lost myself again and again in the alleys. My eyes could barely hold the beauty I found in every turn of the way.
I got carried further away… until the end of the village in order to photograph the famous lion -a piece of art dated back to the 6th century BC- that sits calmly guarding the people of the village against the nymphs, as the myth has it.
KEA FROM ABOVE
I had a cup of coffee at “Panorama” enjoying the view!
And as it was late noon already, I took the way back. On the way to return I stood to admire another yet building by Ziller that shelters the new Town Hall of the island and is proudly standing on top of the hill.
Tzia (Kea) has its own unique way of ravishing the visitor. It enchants you into coming back again and again. My guess is that the secret lies in the combination of breathtaking beauty with wonderfully welcoming people.