In 2012, Mandy and I decided to take a trip from Cyprus to Crete, choosing to stay at the Marie Kelley Apartments in Kolymbari. It was a small village by the water, just as we’d imagined—a lovely collection of whitewashed buildings, a cozy little harbor, and fishing boats swaying gently on the waves. Seagulls called overhead, completing the coastal charm we’d both been craving.

On our first full day, we took a drive to the port of Kissamos, where we boarded a boat to explore Crete’s northwest coastline. The day was beautiful, and as we cruised along, we could see rugged cliffs and clear waters. It was a stunning experience, feeling the breeze off the sea and taking in the coastline’s natural beauty from the deck of the boat.

Our next destination was Chania, a place we’d both been excited to see, especially the old Venetian port. I had heard stories about its beauty, and Mandy was eager to explore the town’s layers of history. When we finally arrived, it did not disappoint. The port was picturesque, with colorful boats bobbing by the shore and the iconic lighthouse standing proudly, its stone walls catching the sunlight.

Later, we traveled further along the coast to Maleme, where we visited the German war cemetery. This solemn place on the hillside, with rows of headstones stretching out in neat lines, was a powerful reminder of the Battle of Crete and the fierce resistance the island mounted during World War II. Each headstone seemed to tell its own story of courage and sacrifice, and Mandy and I felt deeply moved as we walked among them.