My friend Joy, who lives even further up the mountain than I do - in Spring and
Autumn her village is often swathed in low-lying cloud - made a very keen
observation recently: "In Corfu you very rarely get to CHOOSE your
Recently this has been very much brought home to us in our own
olive grove location in Corfu. When our elderly medium sized poodle cross
(known as labradoodles in posh areas, I believe) died a couple of years ago we
made a decision not to have another dog, though it took a while getting used to
the lack of muddy pawprints on the outside terrace and the complete silence
throughout the night. I did look from time to time at websites offering dogs
for adoption, always focusing on woolly dogs because that is what I would
choose if we were to get another one.
Last Autumn a large black dog
trailing a length of severed rope turned up outside the gate of our nearest
neighbour. We drove past him several times before it became obvious that he was
not being fed and was looking more and more miserable. Eventually he trailed up
to our house and "got into conversation" with Periklis who was working in the
garden. I thought I was the doggy one of the two of us, but from that day
onwards Boobis has been in residence at Daltas Towers. Needless to say anything
less like a poodle would be hard to find - short haired and enormous, he more
resembles a small horse than the fluffy dog I would have chosen!
Christmas time we had an invasion! Five cats and three large puppies arrived in
one fell swoop and took over the garden. Every single window and doorway seemed
to have a starving animal queuing outside, and woe betide us if we left the
smallest opening - they would be INSIDE. To cut a long story short, with the
help of Facebook we managed to home two of the puppies, two cats disappeared and
we now have another even shorter haired black dog keeping company with the first
- and three more cats! Susan
Well, this certainly beats the 'Pay and Display' or multi-storey car parks in the UK! A sign behind one of our favourite bakeries in Acharavi (great coffee too!) directed us to Free Parking. In amongst the olive groves, surrounded by wild flowers and with baby goats skipping around, it has to be the prettiest car park I've ever not paid in! Sarah
This website caught
my eye the other day and as you scroll through the photos you realise what an
amazingly beautiful and diverse country we live in. It might drive us crazy
occasionally, and after all the past economic problems we tend to forget the
good points, but as you look at the photos you realise why people come here year
after year on holiday and why so many want to move here permanently. It almost
makes me forgive the potholes in the roads!
This blog is the result of many years of living in Corfu. When we started thinking about making a blog we pondered on titles – ‘real life in Corfu’ was a possibility until someone said they couldn’t think of anywhere further away from real life than Corfu and maybe it should be called Fantasy Island. This then led on to a reminiscence of a quote from the past that Corfu seems to have its own set of rules for life, and none of them bear any resemblance to the rest of the world! So here it is The Corfu Blog - a hotchpotch of thoughts, articles, business, opinions and photos, for those who are interested in life in Corfu.
Diana came to work for a well-known villa company, stayed, and has been involved in almost every aspect of tourism and property that Corfu has to offer (apart from opening English Imports with Susan nearly 14 years ago).
Sarah came on holiday in the eighties, and despite having a variety of jobs, she never found her "niche" until Corfuhomefinders came along. Living here for twenty three years, with two grown up children, she is settled and content with island life, feeling more at home here than in the depths of Wiltshire.
Susan came to Corfu with a ready-made Greek family (husband, two children and one on the way) and now, 30 years later, lives in an olive grove high on a hillside in the north of the island. She spent a number of years "at home" raising four children and a variety of dogs, cats, donkeys and other animals. Tourism then beckoned, and a job with a villa company visiting some of the most beautiful properties on Corfu, and the gradual realization that estate agency was the ideal occupation for someone so interested in houses and villas.