There was
something that happened to me the day I first walked into Arillas village. Not to be too airy fairy about it all (because I can be
), there was a certain pull, a sense of coming home - call it what you will. That had never happened to me before and this was before I knew a soul or had even sampled a restaurant.
Perhaps it was Fate that brought me to the place that I will always return, who knows. The good news is that I did find Arillas, can't bear to think that I would never have found it. This year is my fifth year in a row.
But, to answer the question 'why do you keep going to the same place?' ...... Because it's fab, the people are genuine, kind and friendly, they have to make a living but still insist on giving me free drinks, the food is the best I ever had anywhere, Arillas and Corfu are beautiful, glorious sunsets, it's a chilled, quiet and a restorative village, none of this all-inclusive, hard sell trips out, set meal times, fighting for sunbeds mentality (I've done it myself and appreciate that that is what some people prefer), the beach and sea are clean, safe, and delightful. Also, there are separate uses for different areas of the beach - families, textile, non-textile, little spots to hide away, the food again, the flowers, trees, the indigenous nature, .....
I could go on, but I'm only preaching to the converted
. If you haven't been, do give it a try, I'll eat my hat if you don't love Arillas.