My first time in Greece was for a five-day yoga retreat in Kefalonia. I went with my partner and my yoga teacher in London was the leader of the retreat. Some of our old yoga friends were also joining. The retreat was held at Vigla Village, a modest, cliffside boutique stay with incredible views and a hidden beach just below. Not luxurious, but peaceful, clean and with one of the most beautiful views ever seen.

Each day began and ended with yoga, and in between, we explored the island by car and e-bike. Kefalonia isn’t a tourist-heavy destination, which made it even more special. The roads were quiet and the scenery was pure nature without touristic places. One evening we cycled down to a remote beach to watch the sunset, only to realise it was nudist… but we embraced it. The sunset, the sea, the calm – it all felt incredibly grounding. Getting back wasn’t as smooth. I fell, the bike chain came off and we ended up cycling in the dark with oily hands and nervous laughter.

Other memories linger: the abundance of bees, especially at breakfast; the warmth of the locals; the breathtaking sunrises over the cliffs; and the gang of thirty cats that followed us back to the retreat one night — one of them even stayed with us. That was a highlight for me as a lifelong cat lover.

But what made this trip even more meaningful was the person I was with. It had been just a few months I met him, and from day one I knew. I already brought him to my hometown in Spain after a month. People say to be careful, to take it slow. But honestly? No one knows what your gut knows. If something feels right, it probably is. Don’t let others’ fears become your own. Let life unfold boldly, intuitively and with love.

That was my unforgettable experience in Kefalonia. I’m not sure how touristic it’s become now (probably a bit more), but three years ago, it was a remarkable paradise