Every time we visit Corfu, we have to go up to Afionas. It
is, I am sure, one of the most beautiful villages in the world, with its white
walls, colourful flowers and breath-taking views.
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Having spent a few days thoroughly relaxing following our
thrill-seeking adventures, we decided to venture out and explore some more of Corfu – but not before walking along the beach to the village bakery,
and stocking up on croissants and freshly baked biscuits!
We began the day by driving to a favourite of ours;
Kassiopi is an old fishing village which we visit time and time again. It’s idyllic,
with its traditional boats bobbing in the clear, sparkling water. There is a
wonderfully relaxed vibe about the place, and so we sat and had an iced latte
in our usual bar overlooking the water.
Today's blog post is a lengthy one - so grab a cuppa, put your feet up, and get ready to read about even more Corfiot adventures!
Regulars to my blog and my Instagram followers will know that I'm a bit of a girly girl, and I must admit that I'm also a scaredy-cat in terms of extreme sports and daredevil activities. However, even I couldn't resist taking part in my family's latest adventures.
First of all: a close friend of ours just happens to be a champion drift-racer {!}, so when he offered us a ride in his car on the tracks, we had to say yes. Priority was being given to my mum {surprisingly a huge adrenaline junkie} and my boyfriend {a typical boy who stares longingly at fast cars} so Dad and I were happy to cheer them on from the sidelines.
We arrived at the race track on a roasting Sunday morning, with the Greek sun tanning our skin and the smell of burning tyres filling the air. We watched for a while as the drivers prepared their beautiful cars, sipping on ice tea and admiring the circuit.
It was time! Mum was first up; she was strapped into the passenger seat, gave us a thumbs up, and they were off.
Regulars to my blog and my Instagram followers will know that I'm a bit of a girly girl, and I must admit that I'm also a scaredy-cat in terms of extreme sports and daredevil activities. However, even I couldn't resist taking part in my family's latest adventures.
First of all: a close friend of ours just happens to be a champion drift-racer {!}, so when he offered us a ride in his car on the tracks, we had to say yes. Priority was being given to my mum {surprisingly a huge adrenaline junkie} and my boyfriend {a typical boy who stares longingly at fast cars} so Dad and I were happy to cheer them on from the sidelines.
^ Such an adrenaline junkie...
We arrived at the race track on a roasting Sunday morning, with the Greek sun tanning our skin and the smell of burning tyres filling the air. We watched for a while as the drivers prepared their beautiful cars, sipping on ice tea and admiring the circuit.
It was time! Mum was first up; she was strapped into the passenger seat, gave us a thumbs up, and they were off.
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Having travelled across rural France, Switzerland and Italy, our journey was off to a flying start, and on the fifth day of our trip we found ourselves waking up on the enormous Olympic Champion boat. A strong coffee and chocolate chip muffins lured us out of our cabin, and as we gobbled up our breakfast cheerily, the island of Corfu came into sight.
My family have a long history with Corfu; my father has been a regular visitor for 30 years, and this would be my 18th trip. We always stay in the same village in the north of the island, where there are picturesque beaches, unspoilt landscapes and peace and quiet - admittedly very different to resorts such as Kavos in the south! The people of the village have watched me grow up, and we have many dear friends there. Our Corfiot holidays are not only a chance for some quality R&R, but to catch up with those friends too.
As the bright blue ocean twinkled in the sun, the boat pulled into the port of Corfu Town where we disembarked. You could feel the heat on your skin as soon as you stepped out onto the warm concrete, but it was a pleasant type of hot instead of being stifling.
Mr Maggie May jumped into the driver's seat and took us up into the hills, strewn with olive trees and villas, their colourful shutters wide open to let in the morning sun. The sound of hundreds of cicadas filled our ears, a noise which I always associate with being on holiday.
At last, we were there - our second home. We stay in apartments owned by friends of the family, and they are absolutely amazing; a wonderful swimming pool surrounded by loungers and double beds (yes, actual beds!) so you can snooze in the sunshine after a long day of relaxing; beautiful balconies (ground floor and first floor) with comfortable armchairs for you to sink into, and fluffy white bath robes to envelop you after a lovely shower. The minute we arrive there, we all instantly relax - and isn't that the point of a holiday?
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