Get Her to the Greek: Day Ten

It was our final breakfast at the villa on Kefalonia. We gave our ferocious guard dog one final belly rub and loaded up the Fiat to head back to the airport.

It was a very short flight to Corfu, with glimpses of crazy beautiful beaches below.

From the airport, we were immediately thrust into Old Corfu Town, a maze of tiny streets, one ways, and way too many pedestrians. It was a good hour drive to our hotel, so we decided to have lunch in Corfu Town.

Corfu Town was gorgeous. We enjoyed walking the beautiful streets and doing a little bit of shopping en route to the restaurant.

I had chosen Rosmarino, a small Italian restaurant not too far from the airport. While I love Greek food, my mouth was longing for a change. We found Rosmarino tucked under a giant bougainvillea. We were seated outside and had a beautiful cut glass carafe of wine within moments.

PIZZA!

Food of the Gods.

We enjoyed two delicious salads, one with bresaola, parmesan, oranges and another with burrata and fresh tomatoes. We tried 2 pizzas: a spicy salami and a prosciutto and arugula.

We were fueled up and ready for the drive to Pictures Suites.

For our final stay, I had booked our only hotel. With only 2 nights, a villa wasn’t practical. I couldn’t have been happier with my choice. Pictures Suites was a very small boutique hotel located on the shores of Agios Stefanos beach, and the Presidential Suite was exceptional. With two bedrooms, an open den/kitchen, and a huge private terrace with a private infinity pool, we couldn’t ask for more.

We grabbed our complimentary bottle of wine and our fruit basket and chilled, Greek style, on the deck.

Pictures Suites was super close to Lofos Beach, also known as sunset beach, so of course we had to go see the epic sunset views.

The sunset was gorgeous, heart stopping even, but I was mostly mesmerized by the little flowers they put in the drinks.

Sunset that evening was like a big party with friends, everyone sipping cocktails in the golden glow, music playing in the background, laughter being carried on the breeze, all of us watching the horizon with bated breath.

We didn’t want to drive and there were no stellar restaurants within walking distance, so we walked to a non-stellar restaurant.

If Acropolis on Kefalonia had been the Denny’s of Greece, Brusko was the T.G.I Friday’s. Equally stereotypical and unimaginative, it was like the theme park version of a Greek Restaurant, but this time with loud waiters and really loud music. The restaurant next door was also playing really loud music, as though the two were competing for the honor of being the worst restaurant with the loudest horrible music. One was playing 80s dance tunes while the other churned out traditional Greek songs.

The food was decent, but after some of the outstanding meals we’d had, it was nothing special: spicy feta dip, mussels, prawns with ginger and garlic, and a sliced beef dish that reminded me of Shoney’s pot roast.

And they didn’t bring us any free liquor or watermelon or cake.

Just sayin’.

We were ready for a good night’s sleep, and in our luxury Corfu digs…we expected to sleep like babies.

I should note that we’d had some trouble with the lights. Now…sometimes in Europe, we have found ourselves faced with outlets, fixtures, toilet flushers, and the like that we weren’t 100% certain how to operate. Such was the case with the light switches at Presidents Suites.

I never could figure out how to turn them on or turn them off. I would simply keep hitting it until the thing I wanted to happen happened. Several times during the day, the bathroom light had gone off while I was in there, with no windows, in the pitch black darkness. I learned quickly to simply leave the door cracked.

Long after we had fallen asleep…the lights mysteriously came on. FULL ON. Matt can sleep through anything and managed to not even notice. I felt as though I had been launched onto the surface of the sun without a pair of sunglasses.

I jabbed. I poked. I held the switch down. I pushed it fast and released it. NOTHING.

It was maddening.

Finally…like magic….it went back off.

Whew.

I climbed back in bed and fell asleep.

About an hour later….I was dreaming that I was walking in the dark and suddenly, an alien ship was above me….the light was beaming me up…don’t look into the light! DON’T LOOK INTO THE L—

I woke up and stared at the blaring ceiling lights. Which were on. Again.

This happened repeatedly. At some point I shook Matt the Wonder Sleeper awake and he tried to shut the lights off and was unsuccessful. He climbed back in bed, covered his head with a pillow, and promptly went back to sleep.

Damn his ability to sleep through an earthquake.

Finally, I gave up and did the only thing I could do. I pulled my little mask that I had brought for the flight out, slipped it on, and slept with the lights on.

It was de-LIGHT-ful.