Neil and I arrived in Corfu after three days in Santorini, sunburned and looking for more adventure that could ease the come-down of leaving such a special place.
Sandwiched right between Greece, Albania and Italy, Corfu has a history of protecting itself from the many outside forces that have come through it, including Nazism and fascism. As a result, it has a strong sense of pride, with the word “óxi” (no) graffitied in many places, a rally cry that they don’t give up easily. While hanging on the beach is a major attraction, you can also visit the new and old fortresses in its old town area, which is a UNESCO World Heritage site.
Corfu today has a distinctly Italian influence, with pasta menus everywhere and old shuttered buildings in coral and yellow paint lining its streets. In fact, Corfu is the island’s Italian name—the Greek call it Kérkyra.
Our cab driver dropped us off at our hotel, The Corfu Holiday Palace, after giving us a long speech about the legacy of Jim Morrison. As we settled into what felt like a huge and modern resort after hanging out on the hilly maze of caves that is Santorini, I started to feel a bit like I had entered the Bermuda Triangle. Airplanes skirted right over our hotel as they landed next door and a karaoke party raged outside until 2 a.m.
We kicked back, ate some delicious food and swam in the most beautiful beach I’ve ever seen. Here are some highlights.
We had a great time in Corfu, but if we went again we would stay right in old town, rather than up in resort-land. We almost never used our hotel’s resort facilities, and getting to town featured many expensive cab rides. You could probably get a Corfu experience in 2 nights if you spend your full day at the beach and then catch dinner at the Venetian Well. And go there before Santorini, not after. Trust me. 🙂