The blue gate, then
up eleven steps.
Park in space 4. The gate is the blue one, not the green — the green belongs to our neighbour Sofia.
Lockbox is to the right of the door, at knee height — we'll send the code separately before you arrive.
Lights are on the left as you enter. There's cold water, olives and a bottle of Assyrtiko waiting for you.
The house, room by room
Extra towels and blankets are in the hall cupboard, top two shelves. A spare single-bed set is in the second bedroom wardrobe.
Where we eat, swim
and hide from July.
Ten places within twenty minutes. All of them ours, none of them sponsored.
On the edge of the village.
Villa Elia sits a quiet, five-minute walk above Vlychada's harbour — close enough to wander down for everything above, far enough that you'll only hear the cicadas.
My grandmother built this house in 1968 and I've kept the same shutters, the same stubborn kitchen door. Treat it gently and it will look after you.