Heraklion to Matala Oct 5, 2015

Still in Heraklion, we had dinner last night at the rooftop restaurant at our hotel. Though it would have been fun to eat in the center of town this was just upstairs and the food was excellent.  We ended up walking more city streets, found what looked like more great places to eat. One narrow walkway was lined with tables and huge planters filled with herbs for the chef. Waiters walked out with towers of rosemary infused meat. Enjoyed the scene, glad we had a lighter dinner…

This morning, we were happy to see the same driver who picked us up at the airport and he delivered us back there. We met up with two of our guides from The Northwest Passage, my sons, friends and yogis, and headed out for Knossos. The ancient city is considered to be the oldest in Europe. It was crowded but still amazing to see the site of most of the relics we just saw in the museum. It really helped to have some knowledge of the stories, myths and history.
A few hours later, we were checking into our hotel in Matala, a town on the Southern coast. Joni Mitchell lived in the caves here 1968/69 and immortalized Matala in the song Carey, on the Blue Album. Then the place was a haven for hippies. There are still miniature flower-covered VW vans in store windows and traces of macrame. It’s still much the same, minus the hippies living in the caves.  Now the beaches are crowed with German tourists. The water is gorgeous, the shore is lined with bars and restaurants and the cliffs with their caves are lighted at night..
We drove up to a mountain top for drinks and a view of the spectactular sunset. Dinner was the first of the evenings to come. (Remember, I did this same trip a year ago.) Long tables, beer and wine, plates of meze, good conversation and more food. The local drink is raki. It is served at the end of every dinner .Every family or restaurant makes their own, and our job as guests is to reassure our hosts that theirs is the best.

Heraklion Oct 4, 2015

We arrived in Heraklion late last night and checked into the Latos Boutique Hotel. Perfect place for us, there was a plate of fresh sweets and small carafe of raki waiting in the room. We took the obligatory walk around town to reset our internal clocks. It was Saturday night and the area around our hotel was still, the ancient harbor, walls, and the sea on one side and quiet residential streets on the other.

We walked in the direction of the main square, I remembered the general layout of the town from last year. Then around one corner and instant party. The streets, bars and restaurants were filled, Greek music blasting everywhere. We walked up and down streets, people watching, sort of sorry we had eaten on the plane. Still, the walk worked and we managed to sleep in this morning.
This morning we made to to breakfast just in time. I had my first cup of Cretan tea, an earthy, decaf blend of local herbs. Hotel breakfasts in Crete remind me of breakfasts in Israel. The fancier the hotel, the more elaborate the buffet. But they are all good, filled with local cheeses, full-fat yogurt, local honey, fresh veggies and here, homemade preserves, dakos and fresh squeezed orange juice. Happy, we headed out to the Archeological Museum.
I love this place, the lighting, the architecture, and of course, the art and artifacts. Joan and I spent a few hours trying to wrap our heads around the Minoan culture and appreciating the curators’ decisions on displaying some artifacts in restored form and some left as they were found.
I spent a good part of a day here last year and was so happy to be back. I have a bit more vested interest this time as I’ll be pulling themes from Greek mythology and Cretan WW ll history, for our yoga sessions. Turns out the two share a common theme of heroism. But more on that later…
Just as we were leaving the museum, my son, Adam, texted that he was a few minutes away. He showed up in time to join us in the museum garden for freshly squeezed pomegranate juice. Turns out he landed earlier and walked to town from the airport!