By car, you take in Crete’s landscape and it often seems the bigger attraction than the historic and archeological sites that chart your route, such as the fortress in Rethymno or the Minoan ruins at Knossos outside Heraklion. Little is manicured. Boulders, olive trees, sheep, goats and scruffy plants blend. The land’s denizens are known for their longevity. Is it the olive oil? Or perhaps the genetics of Crete’s legendary fighters, who have defended the land through generations from the waves of invaders its geography has invited. Or, is this hardiness spawned by the rough terrain in all directions you see when you leave the tourist haunts of Chania, Heraklion, Rethymno and the many beaches.
The ride is easy but has its wild moments, especially if you choose to navigate the pile on of snake turns as you ascend Crete’s tallest peak, Mount Psiloritis. In seconds you move off a fast-moving paved superhighway on the island’s north side to dirt road exits that you fear will turn into the rock-strewn roads your car rental agency has advised you to avoid. In one of the small cities you might find yourself gridlocked in a tiny alley it seems impossible to exit.
By car, you run across treasures that don't make their way into the guidebooks. An artist whose main gig is restoring religious murals points us to a nearby monastery and its remains of an olive oil plant from antiquity.
Crete is smaller than you might first think. You are usually driving slowly. The places you are going to are very close as the crow flies. Driving from the north to south of the island ,and covering almost a third of the island, you use less than 1/2 a tank. For an American, it feels especially exotic to drive along the Libyan Sea on the island’s south shore.
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A free folk museum in Spili gives you a peek into locals' lives in the past centuries.
In and around May Day you will find many local tourists from other parts of Crete and Greece in Heraklion, Crete's capital, and a carnival atmosphere in the busy pedestrian shopping strips.
Expect to be treated well and to eat well — at least during the shoulder season. In the small traditional village of Douliana a stranger takes us in tow, buys us a carafe of raki and showers us with tips on where to get the best food. A restauranteur goes through his address book to call local hotels—most closed during Greek Easter Week— to find you a place for the night. You relax because everyone around you is relaxed. A cafe owner in Anogeia waves off your payment and insists you take more of the herbs from the mountainside that he used to make your tea.
The Greek and Cretan salads are so superlative that you too might seek them at every meal. Cucumbers have never been so sweet. Now we KNOW why tomatoes are really fruit and not vegetables. The cheeses melt in your mouth. The abundant seafood options on menus become the afterthought accompaniment to the salads. You won’t forget the olive oil— or the raki.