The Mediterranean Sea as seen from the coast of Crete
This afternoon, I started going through some boxes of old photos -- you know, the kind of photos we had before the digital age. I'm a pack rat, and have hundreds and hundreds of photos, in boxes, manila folders, large envelopes, etc. Most of them bring back very clear memories of the time and place; some I struggle with trying to remember where, who and, oftimes, why I took the photo and why I still have it.
One of the photo boxes, the sort that is wider than a shoebox but about as long, was almost full of photos I took during a trip to Greece. While this was not the first of my travels, these are the photos I came across first, and so this is where I shall start.
In the Spring of 1993, I was fortunate to spend almost four weeks visiting my daughter and her family on the Greek island of Crete. Her husband was stationed at the Iraklion Air Station with the U.S. Air Force. They had, at that time, two children, aged 5 and almost 2. They had been there not quite a year when my son-in-law was notified that the Air Station was being de-activated, and they would be transferred back to the U.S. in the fall. They called me to let me know that if I wanted to visit Crete, this was the time! So, I renewed my passport, arranged to take the four weeks vacation due me all at once, packed my bags, and off I went!
The flight to Crete was uneventful -- at least until I got to Athens where I encountered a troubling and unexpected delay, about which I will post later. It's a tale in itself.
My departure from Athens having been delayed, I arrived on Crete around midnight on March 31, 1993. My son-in-law picked me up at the Iraklion Airport, and we drove 14 km to the smaller sea-side town of Kokkini Hani in which they lived. Arriving in the middle of the night, I caught no glimpse of the Mediterranean Sea, and was most anxious to see the body of water that was so prominent in Ancient History.
Unfortunately, I did not keep a journal of my daily activities, so my photos are not in chronological order. I'll also have to consult my daughter as I proceed with my "Crete" story, since she will remember things that I have forgotten.
For this first chapter of My Travels, I just wanted to share a few of the photos in which the Mediterranean can be seen.
Yes, it's really that color