My Spiritual Home

There’s one place on earth where I don’t like to sleep as I don’t want to miss a thing.
I don’t want to waste a minute of the day, or night.
It’s my spiritual home. 
It’s the place where I take off my suit of armour and just be Me.
It’s where I breathe deeply,
and where I laugh and play like a child again.

It’s where suddenly I am speaking my newly-acquired second language, without reticence and hesitation, and I’m understood.

Where I live like a local, with only a passing notion of time and a glorious tendency to live spontaneously.

“Sit for a coffee.”
“Share a meal with me.”
“Let’s take a walk.”
“Come for a swim.”

It’s so liberating.

The place is small but has a gargantuan history and culture, and has contributed more to the rest of the world than any other place its size. 

It has endured centuries of invasions and so been injected with extraordinary influences such as Byzantine, Venetian and Turkish to name a few.   It lies at the heart of the Mediterranean diet and is known as the cradle of western civilization thanks to the ingenuity of the Minoan race.
It is the island of Crete.

The largest of the Greek islands, Crete is a tourist mecca. But push past the noisy the English-style cafes and the lines of shops selling gaudy t-shirts and you’ll find the ‘other’ Crete.

“My” Crete… 


…where the food is all locally grown. It’s literally taken from the ground and the sea the very morning it’s lovingly cooked with olive oil from the trees outside the kitchen window and fresh oregano and thyme from the fields beyond.
…where an angular, blue-eyed shepherd deftly herds his flock over the ragged, unforgiving terrain, to the tune of the goat bells clanging in harmony with their own echoes from the mountains above.

…where Yia Yias (grandmothers) enshrouded in black blithely sweep the crooked pathways around their village, while the men loudly discuss the day’s news from under tamarisk trees as they repair sunflower- coloured fishing nets.

…where the aroma of strong Greek coffee and Assos cigarettes coming from every cafeneion beckons like forbidden fruit …since when did cigarettes smell so good?
…where pale Cretan cats, lithe and sleek, sleep Sphinx-like beneath Carob trees dripping with fruit.
…where I swim far, far into the blue as I play hide and seek with an octopus scurrying along the sand and pottery shards beneath me.
…where the Mediterranean sun hopscotches over crystal clear waters creating blues and greens unseen on an artist’s easel.
It’s where visually, life is like living in a postcard.
Where, despite the political and financial woes of the country I am treated as one of the family – greeted with open arms and a warm hug and generously given everything they have.  
 Food…oh so much food.   A place to stay.  The use of their only vehicle…the list is endless.
It’s where I rise daily just as a pomegranate sun first spreads her sleepy fingers over the hill, creeping forward and painting all gold as she passes.

My own very special place in Crete is a little balcony in Adrakos Apartments, a family-run Cretan escape nestled high on a hill between the two fishing villages of Agios Nikolaos and Elounda on the East Coast.

Here I sit looking at a view which defies description.  Suffice to say I can see forever. 
Over pristine bays and whitewashed houses; perfect hotels with their perfect swimming pools; Byzantine churches; old windmills and a road which meanders along the water’s edge. 
In the distance I can see the island of Spinalonga – or what I call 
‘the island of infinite tears’ for it too has a huge, but very different history.
Where I voraciously consume the days and nights
walking… talking…learning…

Here I am truly inspired
Passing time wisely
With no regrets
Just being Me.

First published in We Said Go Travel
And then again in Crete Travel 

Frannie xx     
© 2014 Francesca Muir

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  • Jackie and Joel Smith November 20, 2014   Reply →

    Oh you are speaking my language when you speak of Crete! It is my spiritual home as well!

  • Gina November 20, 2014   Reply →

    Everything about this post is beautiful. The photographs, the words, everything. ox, Gina

  • Malyss November 20, 2014   Reply →

    No doubt that you love that place ! and you know how to make us love it too, ot at least , want to go there and discover it .
    Your words, as your pictures , are pretty and poetic , and full of tenderness .
    A fabulous post , thank you !

  • Just beautiful. Mediterranean summers are somehow so magical and blessed! Xcat

  • Looks like you've found your bliss Fran 🙂

  • Brian December 31, 2014   Reply →

    Your beautiful prose and pictures remind us both of some of the happiest days of our lives we spent on this special island. Thank you Fran. Brian & Diane xx

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