GETTING HOT IN HYDRA
This post is a little late going up.
I wasn't quite ready to remind myself that I was no longer staring out across terracotta-roofed houses or at the crystal clear waters of the Mediterranean; I'm back staring at my computer screen *sigh*.
Dad's birthday saw the two of us escape to the Greek paradise of Hydra. Almost two hours away from Athens, Hydra is an island that's endearingly time warped. The quaint seaside town wraps amphitheatrically around a marble-paved and yacht-lined dock and the streets remain blissfully free of vehicles - cars are substituted for the clopping hooves of mules and boats ferry people around in place of buses.
After two days staying 68-cobbled steps above sea level, a boat whisked us to the remotest hotel on the island. Four Seasons, a luxury boutique hotel, certainly lived up to its rave reviews - we were spoiled with a secluded postcard-perfect beach, a sun-lounger ready and waiting, the finest and freshest food on the island - but it failed to live up to its name. Summer was the only season on show.
Here's a little peak of paradise ☼