Sea, sand, sieasta and that’s enough!

We are on our 6th day of our Greek summer adventure, in a tiny little community in the Northern part of the country, by the beautiful green Aigean sea. I am sitting in a rocking chair, looking into the darkness of the pine tree forest facing our old white 2 -storey stone house. The air is filled with the zigate singing and a wonderful cool breeze from the sea. We would never have found our way to this hidden corner of Europe without our Greek friends and their "connections". The house we are staying is not a habitual airbnb deal, but a family affair especially searched and found for our family of which we are ever grateful. Our Greek hosts, the daughter and grand-daughter of a friend of my friends husband's grandmother😊 were welcoming us at the airport and drove us to the village. It is such a lovely, low-key hidden family gem one could only dream of. The crowds are limited to local families across generations, clearly this place has a history going past decades. The beach hosts one hotel and restaurant, second home to my Greek friend. For us, the days are following a new holiday routine, kids waking-up late, slow breakfast, long morning swim, even longer sieste, snack at the terrace and another run to the sea for an evening swim. For the first time in the history of holidays, I have not already started an exercise routine, apart from walking to the beach, swimming and walking back. I tell myself it is my body and mind de-compressing slower than usual into holiday mode. Perhaps a yoga session tomorrow morning? If I wake-up on time..