Corfu, the quiet bit

In the absence of friends who were able to travel, I put on my big girls pants and booked myself onto a yoga retreat for a week in Corfu, Greece's most Western island. Before the retreat was scheduled to begin, a few days of nothing seemed appropriate. So I booked myself into a hotel in the town of Gouvia, one I wouldn't recommend if you like nice beaches or a town with much going on. It turns out Corfu is bigger than I gave it credit for and both my yoga retreat and the 'crazy' beaches that make the island well known, were miles and miles away. To Gouvia's credit, I was still able to find a good Greek salad:

This aside, the hotel had two big draws: a stunning pool, which I spent two days beside, and a close proximity to the ferry to Albania.

My trip happened to coincide with the Great European Heatwave of 2017, something I think global warming will give us a lot more of in the future. 

 So the Albanian day trip was hot and sweaty and the pool time was cool and refreshing. Not much else to report on for the first part of the trip, really.