Syros – where the Greeks come on holiday
I’ve been enjoying Syros – perhaps I don’t have too much to write as the days have fallen into a lovely lazy routine of wake with the sunshine, across the road for a swim, back to the apartment for breakfast on the balcony, watching the world go by, another amble across the road to our favourite spot under a tree on the beach 5 minutes from our apartment, swim, chill, chat, stare out to sea, back to the apartment late afternoon for a shower, coffee (and possibly a snooze) before having to decide do we turn left or right to go out for dinner.
Today, we chose right, and had a delicious meal in a busy taverna. We arrived at circa 8pm and already most tables were full or reserved, but we managed to get a table, …
…enjoyed each others company, wonderful food, and the hub-bub of a busy taverna as the light faded to darkness.
Whilst there are a few other English holiday makers here, and a few other northern Europeans (including a group of young lads from Republic of Ireland who have annoyed Becky with their competitive bickering whilst playing “ball” in the sea) most of our fellow tourists here on the island of Syros are Greek – probably escaping the heat of Athens (into which cauldron we soon travel). And I can think of no higher recommendation than to go on holiday where the locals choose to go.