“The Greek Earth opens before me like the Book of Revelations….The light of Greece opened my eyes, penetrated my pores, expanded my whole being.” Henry Miller – ‘The Colossus of Maroussi’
It was my own fault for not checking before booking but the only thing that let the accommodation down was the lack of air-conditioning that we have all become used to which meant having to use excessive quantities of mosquito repellent before going to bed, a couple of electric plug-ins by the bed side and sleeping with the balcony windows open which was quite safe because we were on the third floor of a cliff face but this of course didn’t stop flying things from dropping by to join us.
Have Bag, Will Travel 
What a warrior!
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Great post, Andrew. Around the city of Toledo there are estates or fincas called Cigarrales, presumably called that because cigarras or cicadas live in all the trees and bushes. Once I stayed at one and heard their very memorable concert (or din) in the heat of the day. In Seville they say the cicadas sing when it gets really hot.
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Thanks. Actually I think it is a comforting sound that I associate with travel.
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Sounds like a lovelymtrip, minus the scary insects.
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You approach this so matter-of-factly. I may not have.
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Cicadas are the sound of summer here DownUnder and finding their brown shells stuck on trees is a popular child-friendly activity. We love them!
We’re off to the beach next week – I feel a driftwood project coming on.
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