Ta leme sidoma (See you soon Kythira)

Apologies for my photos which seem to be absent on this post! AUGH computers. 

I sat watching two of my friends as they stare intensely at the chessboard. The tension was high. Or maybe it was just the humidity which made me feel anxious watching them. I use to be the queen of chess and checkers when I was a kid but haven’t seen those black and white squares in a long time. Thus when previously versing my friend, my reign was shortly lived and he decided to accept ‘actual’ competition.

Unfortunately my laptop had another heartache and I have been unable to resuscitate it so therefore this blog post is being written off my iPhone. Technology sucks.

I want to escape like Christopher McCandless did in the movie ‘Into the wild’. Of course I would tell my family where I was going; but I would not take technology with me. Nothing. Just me & the wild….

How incredible would that be. Let’s just think of that for a moment. You, nature and freedom. …

So there I sat, a glass of rosè in my hand and top button of denim pants undone as I just consumed yet another pita club sandwich.

“Elly stop eating you have already put on at least 5 kilo’s since you arrived here and don’t want to spend to much time trying to eliminate the weight when you get back home” My mind screamed to me as I sat there, stomach bulging over my tight pants; already fixated on what was for dessert. I believe ice-cream was on the agenda.

Κ και Ε

My last week in Kythira was one of my favourites so far. I got so comfortable with my new routine of waking up at a decent time in the morning, heading to Kapsali for a morning coffee with Claud, and then hanging out at the restaurant he works at. The restaurant ‘Hydragwgeio’ was entering into it’s 20th and final year and thus it was a sad week not only because they were closing after so many prosperous years but because I was also leaving the island. I shed a tear once every day for the last week; knowing that my heart was going to break when I left. I would miss my Pappou, the people I had formed a strong connection with and the way I felt when I woke up everyday in paradise.

But I knew it would have to end. Summer was over, Winter was approaching. And as hard as it was to admit it, I felt it in my soul that it was time to move onto new adventures. I set the date of my departure from Kythira to Athens and just embraced the remaining days with full happiness.

In the afternoons, after Claud had finished working we would head back to the same cafe Banda Landra, to drink the same coffee’s, on the same couch and he would dedicate his undivided attention to teach me the language through Greek magazines on his tablet. I managed to learn more Greek in that last week than I had in two months of being on the island. I believe that when you really want to learn a new language than nothing can stop your brain from adapting into it. That’s if you really want it badly enough.



I usually hate routines, but this one was my favourite.

I have said many goodbyes in my short 18 years of life; often when moving to and from mulitple towns and schools. I was and still am that friend who always leaves. This has put quite a toll on my heart strings but has also benefited me by testing the strength of my relationship with others. After saying the hardest goodbyes to my local Kytherian crew (the ones I had grown to love the most) I went home to finish packing my bags.


The ferry was due to leave at 10:10pm and it was almost 9pm when I had thrown the last pair of bikinis into my bag. Crying a little remembering that after Athens I would be moving onto the cold climate of the UK and would not be needing them again until Summer in Australia (That is, if I got back in time). It broke my heart even more when I was ready to go and went to ask Pappou if he could take me to Diakofti (the ferry port). With small tears in his eyes as to hide how obvious it was that he had been crying he asked me if I really had to leave.

I told him it was time for me to go and sensed that he was purposefully driving the car slow to Diakofti in the hope that maybe I would miss the ferry.

Thank-fully my goodbye to Pappou was not long as I was almost late for the ferry and in the mad rush to purchase my ticket and load my baggage we spared our tears.

“We must not be sad Elly-Grace, we will remember the happy times and I know you will be back here soon” He said as we hugged.

Ta leme sidoma Pappou-lee mou”  As I gathered my independence and marched towards the ferry boat.

I would be leaving my heart in Kythira, hoping that it’s beauty would hold it safe for my return.

I have now arrived safely to Athens and am staying with a beautiful friend of my mine whom I met on Kythira. I feel that you experience more authenticity with a local guide to show you around, I have been very blessed. This week we have written a list of things we must do in Athens; including some things that she hasn’t even done herself… come on girl you live in a city which contains an abundance of rich history!!!! Hehe so it will be a new experience for both of us, although she can translate for me which makes me look less like a tourist when we walk around.


I apologise for the extremely late entry but I didn’t want to spend my last week on Kythira in front of a computer screen.

I will leave you now. Sorry the quality of my photos will not be the best but you’ll have some understanding of how I feel when you have your own on blog and are forced to write from your small iphone screen (First world problems).

Until next time beauties-



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