The next beach, Paliokastro, on the way into Heraklion, turns out to be even better than I thought. It’s crowded here, and the bay is located under the highway. But the water is clean, and you can simply stay in the water and remember what it’s like to swim in the sea. I completely forgot to take a photo of the beach.
While I still can’t get enough swimming, Wolf is lying in the shade. We’re eating grapes (the grapes here are very tasty!). We watch as a grandfather teaches his grandson to jump from a rock into the water. The boy is very frightened, he barely made it to the rock, stands there and doesn’t dare to jump (the height is no more than a meter; I tried :). The grandfather encourages him from the water in every possible way, and when the boy finally decides to jump in, the grandfather is so happy, shouting “Bravo.” This little scene is so touching to me. By the time we finish the grapes, the boy is already jumping into the water a couple more times without any problems. “How nice it is to fight your fears,” I think, “and how good it is when you don’t do it alone.”
The village of Krasi, where we are staying, turned out to be quite a popular tourist spot. There are many beautiful tavernas here. Using the GPS coordinates, we find the little house where we will be staying, but it’s not clear how to check in. We guess that we should go to the center of the village to the taverna of the same name, and we turn out to be right. A young man, the owner of the taverna and our house, warmly welcomes us, and we go to check in together.
