Finally plucked up the courage to drive in Europe. I kept on hitting the driver side window with my left hand and veering the rental car too close to the edge on the right. Lifetime of driving instincts, rain and poor visibility made it difficult. One or two hours of pure nerves and then it just clicked.
We wanted to hike on Easter Sunday but it was pouring down all day so we just drove around all day and had a good old blast. We even found a tucked away small family-run tavern in a deserted mountain village and that was the best meal we had in Crete.
This photo was clicked near Rethymno old harbor, at 5x. The mountain is Psiloritis, the highest point on Crete. Early April, and the cap is still holding.
The telephoto cheats a bit. In person the peak is a smaller wedge above the hills, and you have to work to notice it past the sailboats and the espresso bars. The lens flattens 35 km of haze into nothing and pulls the snowline down into the marina. The view, in real life, is quieter.