On our last full day on Crete, we took one final expedition, and it is a word just as windy as the island was: Spinalonga!
So here are the history deets: the island of Spinalonga is a small 21 acres that was actually once connected to Crete. But hundreds of years ago, the Venetians cut it off for strategic purposes, and a fort was built on the island in the early 1700s.
To me, the best part of the island was that it was floating in these transfixing waters. Like some fairy had just flown by and dropped in a gallon of blue and a few drops of green food coloring.
We left in the late afternoon to blaring sun and boat breezes. And to credit the Greeks for being extraordinarily visitor friendly, we couldn’t find an ATM to pay, and the boat waited 10 minutes for us although we kept saying to go ahead. This is actually our full boat, waiting for us.
After a short 5 minute journey, we docked on the island
Exploring the ruins is like walking through a puzzle you can’t really decipher.
Other than the Peter Pan waters, what I’ll remember about this island is its bluster. SO win-dy. Windy enough for the blown sand along the path to needle our legs. Windy enough to push me down into a squat. Windy enough that I was worried that Walker climbed up here to shoot and would get blown down!
This, right here, was the windiest corner! You’d never know . . .
The boat returned for us a little after 6pm, when the island closes for the evening, and the crowd surged a little aggressively, but we all made it on.
Again, you can’t really tell, but the ride back home over the white-capped wave chop was a bouncy house.
If you visit, there is also a small cafe and bathroom facilities, and the walk around the island has unparalleled views; it’s worth going around. Spinalonga was surreal and we’re so glad we made the last boat for the time there.
Next up: Santorini!