Allow me to tell you about the tiny Greek Isle of Levita.
Located in the Cycladic islands of Greece, Levita is practically an inkblot on a map. It's nearly uninhabited. I'd place it's population somewhere around, say, 6. That's it. One family lives on the island and they raise Goats. And some Sheep. And I saw a donkey (actually I was almost attacked by said Donkey). This island is a tiny little rocky, thorny paradisical getaway from just about anything and everyone. It's reachable only if you have your own boat. That's right, you can't even catch a ferry to this island. And its practically perfect in every way. And it's got a heavenly little protected bay to anchor in overnight.
The one family that lives on the island runs a tiny taverna that serves (you guessed it) Goat. Goat chops. Goat meatballs. Served up with some mighty tasty fries, tomatoes and cucumbers.
So did I eat Goat the night we anchored little Ekavi in Levita's calm bay? YoubetIdid! And it was REALLY GOOD. Who knew Goat was so tasty? Not I.
Of course it might have had something to do with the fact that I had just finished a three hour scramble across the island to what looked like some ruins on it's far side. (Turns out the ruins weren't quite so ruinous after all. What a let down! Brutal hike. No path. Rocks, thorns everywhere. It's the kind of hike where you have to pay attention every second, or you risk losing a foot.) I was famished. And if you're offered a choice between Goat and *Eh*hem* Goat, you'll eat goat.
Except I think I'd eat it again. But probably not in America. Definitely in Greece. Everything tastes better in Greece. Truly. Well except for pastry. It's decent. But go to France for great pastry. Mmmm. Butter.
But Levita... Get yourself a boat and go. Or don't, actually, because I want to go back there and find it just as secluded and void of humanity as it was a few weeks ago.
Located in the Cycladic islands of Greece, Levita is practically an inkblot on a map. It's nearly uninhabited. I'd place it's population somewhere around, say, 6. That's it. One family lives on the island and they raise Goats. And some Sheep. And I saw a donkey (actually I was almost attacked by said Donkey). This island is a tiny little rocky, thorny paradisical getaway from just about anything and everyone. It's reachable only if you have your own boat. That's right, you can't even catch a ferry to this island. And its practically perfect in every way. And it's got a heavenly little protected bay to anchor in overnight.
The one family that lives on the island runs a tiny taverna that serves (you guessed it) Goat. Goat chops. Goat meatballs. Served up with some mighty tasty fries, tomatoes and cucumbers.
So did I eat Goat the night we anchored little Ekavi in Levita's calm bay? YoubetIdid! And it was REALLY GOOD. Who knew Goat was so tasty? Not I.
Of course it might have had something to do with the fact that I had just finished a three hour scramble across the island to what looked like some ruins on it's far side. (Turns out the ruins weren't quite so ruinous after all. What a let down! Brutal hike. No path. Rocks, thorns everywhere. It's the kind of hike where you have to pay attention every second, or you risk losing a foot.) I was famished. And if you're offered a choice between Goat and *Eh*hem* Goat, you'll eat goat.
Except I think I'd eat it again. But probably not in America. Definitely in Greece. Everything tastes better in Greece. Truly. Well except for pastry. It's decent. But go to France for great pastry. Mmmm. Butter.
But Levita... Get yourself a boat and go. Or don't, actually, because I want to go back there and find it just as secluded and void of humanity as it was a few weeks ago.
The stupid lighthouse/non-ruins I hiked to. Phew!
View from our table at the Taverna. Yummy goat!
We anchored overnight with five other boats. Paradise.
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