Corfu Capers by Joy Skye
Five
people, three secrets, one planned proposal. What could possibly go
wrong?
A
holiday in a luxury villa on Corfu sounds like the answer to all
their prayers but it will change their lives forever. A week in
paradise might not be long enough…
After a long
journey, the group finally arrive in Corfu:
As
the fasten your seatbelt light pinged on and the small plane sank
lower and lower, she took in the ridiculously azure waters of the
Ionian Sea and marvelled at the remarkable greenness of the island
below her. It was breath-taking beyond expectation. She smiled to
herself and, all the worries she had about her and Scott’s
relationship fading into the background, she gathered together her
belongings eagerly, ready to disembark.
When
they reached the exit, once again they were hit by a wall of heat and
incredible light, causing everyone to fumble blindly for sunglasses
as they walked down the steps of the plane to the bus waiting to take
them to the terminal. It made her laugh as the building was only
a
few feet away and yet they still were made to cram onto the buses
like sardines with all the other passengers, to be ejected a few
seconds later and herded up the slope into the tiny building with a
gaggle of locals and a few backpacking types to see the baggage
reclaim belt immediately in front of them.
Corfu
airport seemed tiny compared to the gigantic building with its
never-ending tunnels and security checks that they’d met at so many
hours before.
As
promised, there was a smiling driver wearing smart blue shorts and a
white polo shirt and holding up a printed sign displaying Ms
Delaney and Party – Sublime Retreats waiting
for them as they exited the baggage reclaim. To everyone’s relief,
all the suitcases had arrived in one piece.
The
driver shook them all by the hand and introduced himself as Spiros,
and then proceeded to skilfully lead them through the chaos; so many
nationalities, so many families and groups of friends, all looking
worried as they searched for their coach transfers or loved ones, and
led them to the cool of their private minibus and whisked them out of
the airport in no time. They all were grateful for the cold bottles
of water thoughtfully provided for them, much needed in this sudden
shocking heat, as they settled with relief into the comfortable
seats.
The
drive through town was a little hectic but they were distracted by
the remarkable views that met their eyes when they pulled out onto
the road that led along the seafront. The view of the Old Fortress,
standing proudly, if a little corroded, out on a promontory and
framed by the distant mountains took their breath away.
Spiros
was a mine of information as they inched along in the slow-moving
traffic; he seemed inordinately proud of his home and kept up a
running commentary of each landmark that they passed. The Old
Fortress had housed the original town and dated back to Byzantine
times he told them, and, nodding in its direction as they rounded the
bend ‘This is the Palace of St Michael and St George. It is from
when the British were in charge here and is built with Maltese
limestone.’ They admired the grand looking building as the traffic
freed up a little and they passed through an archway and along the
port road where several gargantuan cruise ships were moored up,
ejecting bewildered tourists by the hundred.
As
they left the city behind and started to drive up the winding coastal
road the view became more impressive with each hair rising turn.
Swathes of olive groves dominated on the left with the stunning
coastline running in parallel on the right, the occasional small
village perched precariously along the route making every bend a
revelation. They were all dazzled by the lushness of the island and
the intense blue of the languid seas dotted with sailboats gently
making their way to their various destinations, made to look
insubstantial by the larger ferries further out, steaming along with
a purpose.
They
were beginning to fidget and stretch out their legs when, an hour
later,
they turned off the main road and the minibus made its way along a
rough, dusty, unpaved track until it arrived at some impressive ivory
iron gates, which swung open after sticking for a split second, at
the beep of the horn, and admitted them into the peaceful, walled
gardens that led to their villa, their little slice of heaven for the
next week.
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Joy lives on the
seductive island of Corfu with her four dogs and an embarrassing
number of cats.
Her many years
working in the tourist industry on this sunny isle and her love of
all things literary inspired her first novel Corfu Capers which
recently hit the #1 spot in Parenting and Family humour much to her
delight.
She loves to
cook, dance and drink wine, usually at the same time, and is
currently working on book number two, due to be released later this
year.
She also loves to
travel, absolutely anywhere, and is looking forward to jumping on a
plane!
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page: https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B08S386CV1
