We had a place booked in Meteora for Monday, but it was Saturday, and all of the places suggested to us were too far away from Meteora for us to consider them. So once in port at Athens we went in search of a cafe (with WiFi) to consider our options. You'd think that a giant port like the one in Athens would have thousands of cafes lining the streets. Not so. By lucky happenstance we came across a travel agent. They'd know what we should do!
''We have two days to kill. What should we do?''
The guy behind the desk stared at us like we were nuts. We went into greater detail - what we'd already seen and done, and he looked a little less daunted. Where would you go if you had two days off we asked. Then the light went on, ''Hydra. Why don't you go to Hydra?'' Only one hour by ferry and very lovely, but not so big that you think you're missing out on things.
DONE!
Off to Hydra we went.
What an excellent suggestion!
We arrived to a small port, again in ye olde style: narrow alleys cobbled streets, little shops and restaurants with checkered tablecloths...and massive yachts.
Hydra also doesn't have any motorized vehicles. It is so quiet and peaceful! We quickly found a pension (no hotels here), hosted by a nice Greek lady with crazy blonde hair. It was an old two story building with a balcony overlooking the courtyard. Just brilliant.
We did our habitual recon mission and fell in love with Hydra.
Yeah, there was an inordinate amount of really rich people, but the village itself was very charming. You'd think after Oia and Chania we would be immune to that charm, but naw.
We had a fantastic, cheap dinner in one of the little alleys and when we got back to our pension, we found that the restaurant in the square just in front of it had entertainment.
I made myself a cup of tea and Dominique took out her journal, and we were serenaded by some Greek music. Fantastic. We mentally thanked our reluctant travel agent for this great idea.
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