The land is textured with ancient olive groves, some over a thousand years old. These aren't the neat, orderly plantations you might find elsewhere. These trees have character, personality even. Between them, dry-stone terraces built generations ago create a stepped landscape that speaks of centuries of human effort. Low stone walls divide plots of farmland, each one representing countless hours of back-breaking work by farmers who understood this land intimately.
As we walk along dusty trails or winding rural roads, the first thing you notice is the light. The sun in Crete is bright but soft, casting a golden hue over the hills and making the olive leaves shimmer like silver. It's a particular quality of light that photographers chase but never quite capture. The intensity changes throughout the day, from the fresh clarity of morning to the warm glow of late afternoon.
The air smells of wild herbs - thyme, oregano, and sage growing untamed along stone walls and trails. These aren't cultivated herb gardens but wild plants that have found their niche in this rocky terrain. Brush against them as you pass and the scent intensifies, releasing oils that have concentrated under the Mediterranean sun. It's nature's aromatherapy, free with every walk.