Zakynthos

The end of a long road

It’s nearly time to leave Zákynthos. Our year-and-a-half-long odyssey to Europe is nigh-on over. What a time we’ve had! And yes, I can feel another book about Zákynthos, or better, about the whole trip, coming on. View of Ναύαγιο When we got back here, after leaving Ireland, and spending six weeks in France and Italy, people… Continue reading The end of a long road

The Writing Project · Zakynthos

Zante’s French connection

Of all the nationalities I could have been if I wasn’t Irish, French would have suited me best. That has nothing to do with my French-sounding surname, which actually comes from a far-flung corner of county Mayo on the west coast of Ireland, but rather from the affinity I've pretentiously felt with the language and… Continue reading Zante’s French connection

The Writing Project · Zakynthos

Walking the sage-scented hills of Marathiá, Zakynthos

After dropping one pair of Aussies off (Alexander and Eoin, at school), we proceeded to the crossroads at Lithakiá to pick up another. Louise, who runs the Zakynthian tradition, food and culture facebook group, and her sister Julie, had arranged to meet us there and come walk the Marathiá coastal trail with us this fine May morning. In fact, it'll soon… Continue reading Walking the sage-scented hills of Marathiá, Zakynthos

Zakynthos

Making ladotiri – the local cheese of Zakynthos

Our good friend, Yorgo, is a self-sufficiency guru.  Not in the modern "let's escape consumerism and go back to our roots" kind of way but out of tradition, inclination, and to a large part, necessity.  A lot of the people around here have never escaped from their "roots" and take pride in growing a lot… Continue reading Making ladotiri – the local cheese of Zakynthos

The Writing Project · Zakynthos

A Morning Walk around Kalamáki

We parked on the edge of Kalamáki near the beachfront hotel that probably wouldn’t get planning permission anymore, and walked around it to get to Crystal Beach. Had the hotel taken its name from the beach, or vice versa? With the sun right in our faces, we tramped along the sand, appreciating the fact that there wasn’t… Continue reading A Morning Walk around Kalamáki