It makes my toes tingle.
The water is warm and the shallows go on forever. Looking around the beach, it is very quiet. It should be busier this time of year and we usually avoid this seaside resort, with its karaoke bars and kiss-me-slowly-slowly hats.
But this is Corfu, Greece, and the British media has been having a month of field days, encouraging people to stay away.
Don't believe everything you read.
A notable exception is this story on the front page of the Daily Telegraph travel section.
The Greek islands need us. They need you. There is sunshine, beauty, culture, food and, most of all, the hospitality of the Greek people.
So we visit our friends in the north, at our favourite restaurant, The Three Brothers at Astrakeri, where we feast on octopus in red sauce, hake with garlic mash and fresh vegetables from the garden. We watch an agonising football match and cheer and cry with the locals. It is too much to hope for, a win against Germany in the Euro 2012 tournament. It is such a politically symbolic match. The Germans win 4-2 and Angela Merkel applauds.
You could hear a souvlaki skewer drop.
And then, the next day, we are on our way, after being serenaded by our friend, Jiannis, who has a piano in the corner of his office.
'I would really like a small grand piano,' he says, as he plays One Man's Dream by his hero, Yanni, another self-taught pianist.
And we, the impossible romantics that we are, vow to bring him one, the next time we drive down to Greece. Which could be sooner than we think.
So we pick up te boat and head for the mainland for an appointment with England against Spain.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x