Why do we keep going back? I have no idea, but come September, that's
where you'll find us, every year.
We had never been to Greece, let alone Corfu, when my husband and I
arrived in Arillas in September 2006. We spent the first day in amazed
disbelief. Could the village really be so small? Was it true that those
mountaintops were Albanian? Was it actually Italy that was the next stop
over the sea? We felt as isolated as the shipwrecked Odysseus must have
done. The second day we were hooked. What happened? Well, go and have a
look! Find your own answers!
Emeralddragon