Nathan and I actually shopped for the kids when we were in Greece. We'd see things that were cheesy and silly, and passed them up easily. We were choosy until we got to Santorini and needed to make some decisions. We saw a t-shirt and souvenir shop that had cuter t-shirts than any other store, but even then, we shopped around. After comparing t-shirts all over the island, we ended up going back to that store to purchase the shirts (and a cool ash tray!). We got James a blue t-shirt with neat looking white Greek style buildings on it, and got Kaitlyn a pink dress with three little kitties on the front that were all cuddled up and sleeping.
When we were in the Old Port of Fira (the place that they have the donkeys walking up and down giving rides to people), we saw the cutest little donkey puppets. Not hand puppets, but the kind that were attached to the fishing line and then you make them move with the wooden sticks at the top. The store we bought them from had some on display hooked up to a motor that made them move. They were so cute, they looked like they were dancing, so I was sold on those. We got one for each child, after I was told that it was silly to only get one and they would fight over it. I hate it when he's right. ;)
We also bought them some cute little beaded bracelets that actually fit their tiny wrists. James got a green one and Kaitlyn got a pink one, although that seems to be the standard color scheme these days.
Nathan thought it would be fun to give the kids a few other things as well, things that we didn't actually buy for ourselves, but were given along the way. First, we were given beach bags by the Hotel Portiani in Milos. They are very sturdy bags,dense enough to not have sand come through the fabric, khaki in color with blue drawstrings. They are large enough to fit several toys in them. Second, Nathan decided to give them our "Envoy" travel amenities bag that we got from US Air on our way to and from Athens. He took everything out of the little cinch bag except for the sleeping mask.
Do I even need to say this? Really... guess what their favorite things are... Yep, the bags we got for free and the best thing of all... the sleeping masks. Doh!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Speechless
James was sitting on the potty tonight before returning to bed. I was in the bathroom with him, and since his eyes had adjusted to the dim light of his room, I only turned on a dim light in the bathroom too.
I was a bit surprised when he told me, "I think I saw that your neck is red."
Hmmm. I didn't think I had gotten any sun recently, so that was a bit strange... I wondered why I would be red, and how could he see that in this light?
Then James said again, "I think your neck is red. That must be why you're a red neck."
WAIT, WHAT?
I really had to bite my tongue from laughing. I asked him, with a befuddled expression on my face, "Where did you hear THAT?"
"Oh, just a friend at school," he replied.
"Which friend?"
"Walker."
Oh, Walker is sooooo busted. ;)
... and so it begins... at the early age of 4. "I heard it from a friend."
Awesome. ;)
James has also started to become aware that what he says can be embarrassing. Nathan or I will sometimes hear him say something funny or strange and then ask him to repeat it. He'll quickly respond with something like, "Oh nevermind. Don't worry about it." This is another reason why I was a bit surprised when he actually told me about the above mentioned "joke" that he had heard.
I was a bit surprised when he told me, "I think I saw that your neck is red."
Hmmm. I didn't think I had gotten any sun recently, so that was a bit strange... I wondered why I would be red, and how could he see that in this light?
Then James said again, "I think your neck is red. That must be why you're a red neck."
WAIT, WHAT?
I really had to bite my tongue from laughing. I asked him, with a befuddled expression on my face, "Where did you hear THAT?"
"Oh, just a friend at school," he replied.
"Which friend?"
"Walker."
Oh, Walker is sooooo busted. ;)
... and so it begins... at the early age of 4. "I heard it from a friend."
Awesome. ;)
James has also started to become aware that what he says can be embarrassing. Nathan or I will sometimes hear him say something funny or strange and then ask him to repeat it. He'll quickly respond with something like, "Oh nevermind. Don't worry about it." This is another reason why I was a bit surprised when he actually told me about the above mentioned "joke" that he had heard.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Back to Athens, Round 2
September 10 continued...
We hopped our plane to Athens the morning of the 10th, and then bussed our way to the Athens Cypria Hotel near Syntagma Square. Nathan and I lucked out yet again… we figured out while we were riding the bus already that we were supposed to have purchased and validated our tickets before getting on the bus. Oops, we hadn’t even bought tickets, expecting to buy them on the bus (which had been standard practice throughout the islands). Luckily, we were not checked for tickets… the penalty was stiff. The free bus ride was not worth the anxiety that consumed me on that ride! I had the whole conversation scripted in my head, pleading ignorance, if we had gotten checked. Sigh.
Around 4 PM, fully armed with directions of where to go and where to eat from the concierge at the Cypria, we headed back to the Acropolis part of Athens. Since we had not gotten up to the Acropolis on our first attempt when we had first visited Athens, it was calling us back to come and explore.
Bob Barker would be sorely disappointed with Greece and their lack of controlling the pet and stray population… there were dogs and cats everywhere in Greece, we saw a lot more dogs in Athens than anywhere else. Some had owners, most did not. There were more cats all over the islands. I found them amusing, feeling sorry for them at the same time, but thankfully didn’t fall in love with any of them enough to bring them home. Ha.
I got some shots of a few dogs and cats around the islands, and then some of a few dogs down at the entrance to the Acropolis. Nathan went to buy our tickets, so I needed something to do. Ha.
The reason I’m mentioning the dogs and cats it because I got some of the funniest shots of one dog up at the top of the Acropolis. He was having a snooze, dead to the rest of the world, while lying on a wall atop the city of Athens. I thought it was hilarious! Nathan, of course, made fun of me for shooting the crap out of the dog laying up on the wall. ;)
The Acropolis was amazing! It only took second place to dogs adorning the plaza and walls. We timed it perfectly, climbing up just in time to see the sun start to descend over the city. I got some great shots, and Nathan studied the inner-workings of the whole restoration process. Every single last part of that building that had fallen or been taken off had a number on it. They knew exactly where every piece was to go when putting it back together. Totally amazing!
There was a large modern open air theater on the grounds of the Acropolis that we could see down into. We got to hear an orchestra preparing and rehearsing for a concert later that evening. What an amazing sound! We recorded some of the music being played, it was one of those moments that I’ll think about once in a while as one of my favorite memories of Athens!
We proceeded over to the Old Agora after the Acropolis, something Nathan appreciated more than I did, but nonetheless, it was amazing as well! He read every sign he came across, absorbing all of the information like a sponge. The only thing on my mind was the fact that I had almost used up every last frame of memory that I had brought for my 5D camera. :0 I was rationing shots, trading out my small camera for the standard shots at this point. ;)
We headed over to a restaurant that was recommended to us from the concierge at the hotel (Filistros, or something like that). It was difficult to find this restaurant, it was in the part of Athens that was really only walked by the locals. That was the main reason we went to this restaurant, we asked for something that would be special for our only night in Athens, something the locals love… and we got it!
We dined on the roof top terrace of the restaurant, and we lucked out having gotten there before the larger parties that had reservations. It looked straight at the Old Agora and up to the Acropolis. Soon, as the sun set, the buildings were aglow for the evening. We celebrated the end of our trip with a fabulous bottle of Greek red wine. Nathan had eggplant rolls with a minced meat filling, and some of the best fried potatoes I’ve ever had. We decided that they were like hashed browns smothered with a smoked cheese with tomatoes, peppers and onions. Oh my…. I ordered the veal cooked in a clay pot with a tomato sauce, feta and black olives. It was fantastic! The restaurant was so wonderful, we gave huge thanks to the gal that recommended it to us. She was a bit jealous, saying that she’d actually never had been there, but needed to go. We thanked her immensely!
After we paid our bill we started our walk back to the hotel. We decided to walk the one metro stop instead of taking the metro. We walked back past the entrance of the Acropolis, now stunningly lit beautifully against the night sky, and also walked past the museum that we had been to on our previous trip to Athens. We saw the herds of people walking in to the theater that we had looked down into earlier in the evening, being some of the only people walking away from the Acropolis. It surprised me that it was nearing 9 PM and everyone was just arriving. Surely the concert was to go until 11 PM or even later.
I snapped my last remaining shots of the street vendors selling roasted corn (very weird) and roasted nuts and suckers. We walked back towards Syntagma Square and wound our way back to the hotel. Nathan found it highly amusing that there were police in full riot gear near the square… just in case. ;) I was comforted by the aggressive presence of the police watching out for us wherever we were. It's quite humorous seeing the illegal street vendors having to pack up their stuff within a minute and run from the cops to resist getting caught!
We stopped at a busy restaurant near our hotel and had our last Mythos beers, and after exhaustion set in, we headed to our room. The next day would be a long travel day, and we needed sleep.
I looked forward to the airplane for one reason specifically… to be able to flush the toilet paper instead of having to put it in the waste basket. I never did get over that. ;)
We had a smooth and uneventful trip home, and seeing those kids snuggled comfortably in their beds when we got home was the best sight of all. We missed them so much!
We hopped our plane to Athens the morning of the 10th, and then bussed our way to the Athens Cypria Hotel near Syntagma Square. Nathan and I lucked out yet again… we figured out while we were riding the bus already that we were supposed to have purchased and validated our tickets before getting on the bus. Oops, we hadn’t even bought tickets, expecting to buy them on the bus (which had been standard practice throughout the islands). Luckily, we were not checked for tickets… the penalty was stiff. The free bus ride was not worth the anxiety that consumed me on that ride! I had the whole conversation scripted in my head, pleading ignorance, if we had gotten checked. Sigh.
Around 4 PM, fully armed with directions of where to go and where to eat from the concierge at the Cypria, we headed back to the Acropolis part of Athens. Since we had not gotten up to the Acropolis on our first attempt when we had first visited Athens, it was calling us back to come and explore.
Bob Barker would be sorely disappointed with Greece and their lack of controlling the pet and stray population… there were dogs and cats everywhere in Greece, we saw a lot more dogs in Athens than anywhere else. Some had owners, most did not. There were more cats all over the islands. I found them amusing, feeling sorry for them at the same time, but thankfully didn’t fall in love with any of them enough to bring them home. Ha.
I got some shots of a few dogs and cats around the islands, and then some of a few dogs down at the entrance to the Acropolis. Nathan went to buy our tickets, so I needed something to do. Ha.
The reason I’m mentioning the dogs and cats it because I got some of the funniest shots of one dog up at the top of the Acropolis. He was having a snooze, dead to the rest of the world, while lying on a wall atop the city of Athens. I thought it was hilarious! Nathan, of course, made fun of me for shooting the crap out of the dog laying up on the wall. ;)
The Acropolis was amazing! It only took second place to dogs adorning the plaza and walls. We timed it perfectly, climbing up just in time to see the sun start to descend over the city. I got some great shots, and Nathan studied the inner-workings of the whole restoration process. Every single last part of that building that had fallen or been taken off had a number on it. They knew exactly where every piece was to go when putting it back together. Totally amazing!
There was a large modern open air theater on the grounds of the Acropolis that we could see down into. We got to hear an orchestra preparing and rehearsing for a concert later that evening. What an amazing sound! We recorded some of the music being played, it was one of those moments that I’ll think about once in a while as one of my favorite memories of Athens!
We proceeded over to the Old Agora after the Acropolis, something Nathan appreciated more than I did, but nonetheless, it was amazing as well! He read every sign he came across, absorbing all of the information like a sponge. The only thing on my mind was the fact that I had almost used up every last frame of memory that I had brought for my 5D camera. :0 I was rationing shots, trading out my small camera for the standard shots at this point. ;)
We headed over to a restaurant that was recommended to us from the concierge at the hotel (Filistros, or something like that). It was difficult to find this restaurant, it was in the part of Athens that was really only walked by the locals. That was the main reason we went to this restaurant, we asked for something that would be special for our only night in Athens, something the locals love… and we got it!
We dined on the roof top terrace of the restaurant, and we lucked out having gotten there before the larger parties that had reservations. It looked straight at the Old Agora and up to the Acropolis. Soon, as the sun set, the buildings were aglow for the evening. We celebrated the end of our trip with a fabulous bottle of Greek red wine. Nathan had eggplant rolls with a minced meat filling, and some of the best fried potatoes I’ve ever had. We decided that they were like hashed browns smothered with a smoked cheese with tomatoes, peppers and onions. Oh my…. I ordered the veal cooked in a clay pot with a tomato sauce, feta and black olives. It was fantastic! The restaurant was so wonderful, we gave huge thanks to the gal that recommended it to us. She was a bit jealous, saying that she’d actually never had been there, but needed to go. We thanked her immensely!
After we paid our bill we started our walk back to the hotel. We decided to walk the one metro stop instead of taking the metro. We walked back past the entrance of the Acropolis, now stunningly lit beautifully against the night sky, and also walked past the museum that we had been to on our previous trip to Athens. We saw the herds of people walking in to the theater that we had looked down into earlier in the evening, being some of the only people walking away from the Acropolis. It surprised me that it was nearing 9 PM and everyone was just arriving. Surely the concert was to go until 11 PM or even later.
I snapped my last remaining shots of the street vendors selling roasted corn (very weird) and roasted nuts and suckers. We walked back towards Syntagma Square and wound our way back to the hotel. Nathan found it highly amusing that there were police in full riot gear near the square… just in case. ;) I was comforted by the aggressive presence of the police watching out for us wherever we were. It's quite humorous seeing the illegal street vendors having to pack up their stuff within a minute and run from the cops to resist getting caught!
We stopped at a busy restaurant near our hotel and had our last Mythos beers, and after exhaustion set in, we headed to our room. The next day would be a long travel day, and we needed sleep.
I looked forward to the airplane for one reason specifically… to be able to flush the toilet paper instead of having to put it in the waste basket. I never did get over that. ;)
We had a smooth and uneventful trip home, and seeing those kids snuggled comfortably in their beds when we got home was the best sight of all. We missed them so much!
The island of Santorini
September 8, 2009
We arrived in Santorini at 1:30 AM, very early on the 8th. Since we had to take the late ferry from Milos, we were cheated out of a whole day on Santorini, and then had to arrive and find our hotel in the middle of the night.
We took the bus to Fira, one of the main towns of Santorini. We decided to stay in Fira because of it’s central location on the island, making it easier for us to go out and about on day trips. The Hotel Loucas was the place we picked, and not wanting a repeat performance of the arrival on Sifnos of climbing up steep hills to our hotel, I decided to call them for directions. I was greeted on the phone by the employee (manager?) of the hotel, and he tried to describe to me where to go. I was frustrated because I was roaming on my phone, and also frustrated because I could NOT see the National Bank that he was talking about as a landmark. He agreed to come meet us in 10 minutes and take us back to the hotel with him. Oh good, I thought, no need to stress now, he’s coming to get us.
We sat down, exhausted, by the taxi station of Fira, waiting for George to come get us. I was expecting a car, now of course I understand would have been ridiculous, but instead, George walked up to us with a bit of peevishness on his face.
“The bank is right there.” He scolded me, “You could have asked ANYONE and they could have told you where the bank was. I’ve been waiting there for you for 5 minutes!”
“We looked for it and couldn’t find it,” I said to him calmly. It was, after all, back in a recessed part of the street, and even Nathan couldn’t see it.
“You could have asked anyone.” He said again.
I can’t remember exactly what I said back to him, but you could have cut the air with a knife the tension was so bad. I said something like, “We don’t know where we ARE, we are in a foreign country!” I should have added, “… and it’s 2 AM and the only people here strange homeless-looking hotel-offering guys out here and drunk people who don’t speak English, and you expect me to talk to them?” Ugh, what a jerk.
Anyway, he walked us to the hotel and even helped us with our bags. We had to go up stairs, through alleyways, down stairs and then down even more stairs to get to our room. By the time we were checked in and down to our room, I had made amends with George being the one to lightly chatter about the weather in Santorini with a smile on my face. He had said it had been windy and cold, but was hoping for a nicer day tomorrow.
Our room was beautiful! When we had made our reservations, all of the “normal” rooms were already booked, so we decided to splurge a bit on the suite. It really was amazing! We had a sitting area with a leather couch, TV, coffee table, and then on the other side, a large bed with a white gauzy canopy and a very large bathroom. The walls were white with a dark grey faux rock back wall. Finally we had room to spread out! We got settled in, showered, and then I couldn’t sleep. Ha. I think it was nearing 4 AM when I finally drifted off to dreamland.
Our first morning in Santorini was pretty lazy. We slept in as long as we could until we were going to miss breakfast, so then we rolled out of bed and climbed up the stairs to the Aris restaurant (part of the hotel). We had breakfast and then headed down to our room to relax for a while until our sailing adventure later that day.
We were scheduled to sail with Captain Ted of Santorini Sailing, whose company had been, among other accolades, rated #1 thing to do while in Santorini in 2007 by Departures Magazine. I was STOKED to go on the boat, however really apprehensive since I suffer from motion sickness. The seas were looking angry too! Yikes. Captain Ted, although born in Greece, spent his childhood in New Jersey. He later returned to Greece and married an Australian gal named Dina. They have two kids, 4 and 18 months, very similar to us!
We got ready to go on our sailing adventure, and as soon as we climbed up the ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN steps from our room to the top of the hotel, I realized that I had forgotten my Dramamine in the room. There was no way I was going to go back down there and walk back up that insane amount of stairs, so we headed over to the nearest Pharmacy to get some of their motion sickness meds.
We had some time to spend in Fira before our transport to the port where our boat was scheduled, so we grabbed a gyro sandwich from a tiny, very crowded, main street restaurant. It was the type of place where you walk in, order, get your food and leave, pulling up a seat wherever possible. The gyro was good, but still, even in GREECE, it wasn’t as good as the midnight gyro in Ames, Iowa. ;)
We walked around Fira town for a bit to waste some time, taking photos of the insanely beautiful scenic view of the caldera, and being entertained by a local Greek trying to sell postcards. He looked homeless, even though I’m still not sure if he was or not, and was hassling Nathan and me about putting our empty drink cans into the trash with a point of his finger. Ok, man. We get it, the trash is THERE. Thanks. We’ll be sure to do that. Now leave us alone! ;)
I needed to get some coffee to combat the exhaustion that I was sure the Dramamine equivalent was going to inflict, so we went into a hotel right there to grab a coffee before heading out to sail. When we came back to the meeting place for our transfer, about 10 minutes later, the rest of the group had arrived, and we were ready to go.
We piled in a van with two other American couples getting ready to go sailing too. We thought that they were going to be on our boat with us, but they ended up sailing on Captain Ted’s other boat with another captain. They were entertaining, laughing about their trip so far, about hotel mix ups and the craziness that they had experienced in Mykonos. Nathan and I were reassured that we had made the right decision in going to smaller, less touristy islands previous to our stop in Santorini. They said Mykonos was absolutely crazy.
We boarded our catamaran with Captain Ted and crew, and then 4 other couples for a total of 10 guests. We had a mix of Americans, one Australian couple, and one of the guys that was married to an American girl was from London. We all were introduced quickly and the party began… the white wine from Santorini and the Mythos beer started flowing like the sea we were on. ;) Let the fun begin!
Captain Ted was awesome, giving us the “rules” of the boat and then serving as our tour guide around the island. We got to know a lot about the other couples on the boat, and before we knew it, we were anchoring down for people to jump off of the boat and swim for a while. I was still in my clothes, and even though I was much more interested in taking photos rather than swimming, I went and changed into my swimsuit to join in the “fun”. I was told that the water was warm, and I, being a dumb a** , believed them. They were all LIARS! ;) It was so cold that my body had a hard time breathing once I jumped in, almost like my lungs were in shock. I stuck it out though, like someone else said, “If you wait a few minutes, your body will go numb and you won’t feel it anymore.” Ha ha ha ha. He was soooo right.
After that experience, I was the first one to change OUT of my suit and give up the swimming for the rest of the day. I happily retired my bathing suit and reacquired my camera for the rest of the sail. That made me happy.
We spent the rest of the evening sailing, stopping one other time to swim in the hot springs (neither Nathan or I didn’t get in the water this time) with another few boatloads of people (not small groups either, more like herds of people), and then once everyone climbed back on board, we headed over to another scenic area to anchor down, have dinner and relax.
Dinner was served to us by the two crew members, one being a girl from Australia (Nicole) and a Greek guy (didn’t get his name). We started with pasta salad with a bruchetta type of sauce, Greek salad with feta and olives, an amazingly good smoked eggplant dip (white eggplant- a specialty of the island), grilled clamari, huge prawns, and bread. The main course was oven roasted vegetables, grilled pork and chicken. It was all very good, not extraordinary like I had heard it was going to be, but very good.
The alcohol was flowing by now, and we all had a very good time chatting with Ted and the other guests. At one point, Nathan was talking with the Greek crew member about Mousaka. Nathan told him that he had loved the Mousaka in Vathy, Sifnos, and the guy agreed, he had had the best Mousaka of his life in Vathy. That made Nathan happy, and we never did try Mousaka again, not expecting it to mount up to the quality that he had eaten in Vathy.
A few things that Captain Ted told the group was that Greeks are different than other countries of the world… they don’t export their best home made products, they export their second best and keep the best for themselves. ;) That sounds right to me. The second thing was that one of the countries that imported most of their olive oil was Italy. Amazing!
After dinner we started sailing back towards the port, all the while enjoying the sunset. I was standing up taking photos while we were moving slowly along the sea being punched by waves from left to right. The sea was indeed angry, and nothing about the sailing trip was smooth. I was extremely grateful that I had taken the appropriate medicine, and came very close to giving it to others on the boat. They weren’t doing well, but I’m happy to say that I don’t think anyone ended up physically getting sick.
Anyway, I was standing up taking photos when I was unexpectedly LAUNCHED onto my side, down onto the American and British couple. It happened before I could think, and although I was entirely embarrassed, it wasn’t anything I would have had control over. I felt horrible, luckily we were all okay, and the other girl was credited for “catching” me. ;)
The sailing trip was unbelievable, very fun, very interesting but very rocky! I definitely would recommend it to others, but bring your Dramamine! I was actually pretty surprised that he hadn’t canceled our sail like he had the morning sail, but thankful, so thankful, that he hadn’t! It was worth it!
I went to bed super early that night, I was wiped out from not sleeping much the night before and the rest of my energy had been zapped from all the excitement of the evening.
September 9, 2009
After breakfast on the 9th, we decided to go to the Old Port of Fira. There are three ways to get there, one being a long walk down a ton of stairs, a hired donkey ride on said stairs, or a gondola. We opted for the gondola, and somehow lucked out with perfect timing… it only ran every twenty minutes, but we hopped on immediately and there was absolutely no line. When we reached the bottom, we marveled at the line waiting to go UP. Nathan figured out that the line going up was from the people being dropped off at the old port by the cruise lines, and those people wanting to go up to Fira to look around and connect to the rest of the island.
We roamed around the old port for a while, looking at everything and doing a bit of shopping. We wandered into a store that caught my attention, and ended up spending a good amount of money on some souvenirs. I can’t mention what those were, as they may or may not be gifts for people. ;) We were happy to find those souvenirs, and we had the store ship them to us instead of us having to cart them home. Best money I’ve ever spent, right there. Ha.
The old port wasn’t all that entertaining, so we decided to hitch up the gondola back to the main town of Fira. Again, totally lucked out… no line going up, we walked right on… but when we got up there, there was an enormous line of people waiting to go down to the port. Someone up above was on our side!
We headed back to the hotel to shower and reset ourselves for our night out in Oia (pronounced ee-ah). We were told not to miss this town, but especially to see the sunset from this part of the island. The couple from Tmapa that we had met in Sifnos at the beginning of our trip had told us to go early, and to go to the Sunset café for dinner and the sunset. The two couples from the transfer bus to and from Ted’s sailing adventure told us to eat at Dimitri’s in Amoudi in the old city below Oia. Hmmm, what to do… what to do…. We decided to go down to Amoudi, but the problem was that it, like the old port of Fira, had a huge set of stairs to climb down, but no gondola. The couples had given us the advice to go down the stairs and taxi our way up. Smartest people ever! We did just that, and on our walk down the insane amount of steps, we saw people climbing up. They were absolutely insane! One American guy even told us, “Don’t do this! It’s horrible!” We told him of our idea to take a taxi and he praised that idea.
We were told to get a reservation at Dimitri’s, and tried to have the concierge at the hotel call for us earlier, but she couldn’t find the phone number for the restaurant anywhere. This is why we headed down to the small fishing port so early. We found Dimitri’s restaurant at the very end of the line of tavernas in Amoudi, and it ended up being right next to Sunset café. Turns out that the couple that told us to dine there forgot to mention that it was in Amoudi and not Oia. I didn’t know which to pick, so I asked one of the locals working at his own shop right there on the waterfront (I knew he was fluent in English because he had offered to hold my sunglasses while I shot photos- I had the glasses held in my mouth). I said to him, “Which restaurant do you like better? Dimitri’s or Sunset café?” Trying to not pick sides, he told me, under his breath “Probably Dimitri’s.” Settled. We headed over to Dimitri’s and made a reservation for 7 PM. Then we just had nearly 4 hours to spend in this tiny little place. Ugh.
There was a small graveled pathway leading away from Dimitri’s and around the corner of the waterfront. We decided to follow the path for a while. The shore consisted of about a 10 foot cliff of enormous black lava rocks just below us being smashed against by the rough sea waves. Other people had the same idea of walking this path. We eventually we ended up at the dead end of that path with sunbathers (stupidly and desperately sitting there soaking up rays with intense wind whipping against them), other tourists and even a few people snorkeling in the clear water. The water was beautiful! It was a stunning color of turquoise blue, and just beyond the immensely saturated color stood a gigantic rock, proudly jutting up from the water like it was it’s own Mt. Everest. I shot a ton of photos, and was extremely grateful at that point that I had decided to bring my wide angle lens. What a site!
We successfully but sloooowly wasted time around the waterfront, walking back and forth, shopping a little, shooting photos, etc. We sat at a small café that had music blaring to have a drink… our standard pick me ups… Nathan had a Red Bull and I had a frappe. We watched the bartender/waiter sit at the table next to us playing backgammon against a friend while juggling being the waiter whenever someone new would approach the bar. I asked their permission to take their photo of them playing the game, and they agreed. The waiter piped up and said to me, “You could title this, ‘Hard work in Sanroini!’” and he gave me a pretty good chuckle.
We went to the restaurant a bit earlier than our reservation since we were desperately bored and tables were available. We had effectively stalled our dinner long enough to be able to dine while the sun was setting.
We sat down at table that was on the edge of the waterfront with about at 2 to 3 foot drop to the water. Our table was so close to the drop off, Nathan insisted that we scoot my side of the table just about an inch or two away from the edge. Suddenly an image of me leaning on the table to get a good shot and me falling into the sea below shot through my head. Good idea, honey.
The main draw for Dimitiri’s restaurant is the fish that they serve, and the fact that you go back to the kitchen and select your own fish from the supply that they have for the evening. Nathan wanted to get the Black Sea Brimm that the Americans had suggested we get, but they were sold out of it. We decided to split a large grouper filet, and for sides we got eggplant dip and fried zucchini. We selected the house red wine to drink. Dinner was okay, I was pretty disappointed when our fish was overcooked and dry, but everything else about the meal was good. The sunset was absolutely unbeatable, stunning and priceless… all those cliché things. We ate, drank, and watched she sun set over the bay of Amodi, all the while I was snapping pictures of course!
We took a taxi, as planned, back to Fira after dinner. Nathan tried to push me to walk up the gigantic set of stairs back to Oia, but I had nothing to do with that. The 137 steps of the hotel almost killed me every time, I couldn’t imagine walking up 300.
Once we got back to our hotel, I parked my rear in the bar while Nathan went down to the room to change clothes. I shot a few pictures of the bar with my small camera because it was so insanely lit with blue lights, and decorated with backlit tables. However, the prices of the drinks reflected the stunning location and view of the caldera, so we decided to try a different bar up further than our hotel, the Tropical bar. They advertised Happy Hour, so we took advantage of that, but she only had a few certain drinks for a discount. Nathan had Alfa beer, and I had a tequila sunrise. It was so strong I couldn’t drink it… but the bartender was super nice, a US native from Santa Barbara. We had plenty to talk about! She had been in Greece for 20 years but frequently went back to Cali to visit.
I was so tired that I headed back to the hotel and left an unhappy Nathan back at the bar without me. He watched the Greece vs. Maldovia soccer game, downed another beer and then came back to the hotel. We were both exhausted and kinda grumpy! Too bad it was our last night on Santorini. ☹
September 10, 2009
We were up early in the morning getting ready to check out and leave the Loucas Hotel in Santorini. We had a flight to catch to take us from the island back to Athens for one night before we were to head home.
Since we arrived at 2 AM, we had not officially met the porter that worked at the hotel, but we had seen him around since staying there. He gave me the creeps, eying me one time when I was in the office without Nathan. I had my huge camera around my neck and he was staring at me. After about a minute of the uncomfortable feeling that he was staring at me, I turned to him and shot him a look like, REALLY? He flashed his smile at me, grinning ear to ear, showing me all of his crooked yellow teeth. Shivers…. Yikes.
The porter proved his usefulness the morning we checked out though, hauling our huge suitcases, one at a time, first to the office and then all the way through the town, up the stairs and then back down to the taxi meeting place. From the office to the meeting place, he literally hauled them all at once. He treated his body like he was a camel, literally having my large camera bag around his neck and rolling both of our huge suitcases. I honestly do not know how this guy did it… but he was totally against me or Nathan helping in any way. Needless to say, he earned a LARGE tip. I really wish I would have taken a video of him hauling all of this stuff… first of all for the pure insanity of it, second of all, to record all of the tourists STARING at him while hauling all of our stuff. They guy is certifiably insane, and that was the type of gazes he was getting! Ha.
We arrived in Santorini at 1:30 AM, very early on the 8th. Since we had to take the late ferry from Milos, we were cheated out of a whole day on Santorini, and then had to arrive and find our hotel in the middle of the night.
We took the bus to Fira, one of the main towns of Santorini. We decided to stay in Fira because of it’s central location on the island, making it easier for us to go out and about on day trips. The Hotel Loucas was the place we picked, and not wanting a repeat performance of the arrival on Sifnos of climbing up steep hills to our hotel, I decided to call them for directions. I was greeted on the phone by the employee (manager?) of the hotel, and he tried to describe to me where to go. I was frustrated because I was roaming on my phone, and also frustrated because I could NOT see the National Bank that he was talking about as a landmark. He agreed to come meet us in 10 minutes and take us back to the hotel with him. Oh good, I thought, no need to stress now, he’s coming to get us.
We sat down, exhausted, by the taxi station of Fira, waiting for George to come get us. I was expecting a car, now of course I understand would have been ridiculous, but instead, George walked up to us with a bit of peevishness on his face.
“The bank is right there.” He scolded me, “You could have asked ANYONE and they could have told you where the bank was. I’ve been waiting there for you for 5 minutes!”
“We looked for it and couldn’t find it,” I said to him calmly. It was, after all, back in a recessed part of the street, and even Nathan couldn’t see it.
“You could have asked anyone.” He said again.
I can’t remember exactly what I said back to him, but you could have cut the air with a knife the tension was so bad. I said something like, “We don’t know where we ARE, we are in a foreign country!” I should have added, “… and it’s 2 AM and the only people here strange homeless-looking hotel-offering guys out here and drunk people who don’t speak English, and you expect me to talk to them?” Ugh, what a jerk.
Anyway, he walked us to the hotel and even helped us with our bags. We had to go up stairs, through alleyways, down stairs and then down even more stairs to get to our room. By the time we were checked in and down to our room, I had made amends with George being the one to lightly chatter about the weather in Santorini with a smile on my face. He had said it had been windy and cold, but was hoping for a nicer day tomorrow.
Our room was beautiful! When we had made our reservations, all of the “normal” rooms were already booked, so we decided to splurge a bit on the suite. It really was amazing! We had a sitting area with a leather couch, TV, coffee table, and then on the other side, a large bed with a white gauzy canopy and a very large bathroom. The walls were white with a dark grey faux rock back wall. Finally we had room to spread out! We got settled in, showered, and then I couldn’t sleep. Ha. I think it was nearing 4 AM when I finally drifted off to dreamland.
Our first morning in Santorini was pretty lazy. We slept in as long as we could until we were going to miss breakfast, so then we rolled out of bed and climbed up the stairs to the Aris restaurant (part of the hotel). We had breakfast and then headed down to our room to relax for a while until our sailing adventure later that day.
We were scheduled to sail with Captain Ted of Santorini Sailing, whose company had been, among other accolades, rated #1 thing to do while in Santorini in 2007 by Departures Magazine. I was STOKED to go on the boat, however really apprehensive since I suffer from motion sickness. The seas were looking angry too! Yikes. Captain Ted, although born in Greece, spent his childhood in New Jersey. He later returned to Greece and married an Australian gal named Dina. They have two kids, 4 and 18 months, very similar to us!
We got ready to go on our sailing adventure, and as soon as we climbed up the ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN steps from our room to the top of the hotel, I realized that I had forgotten my Dramamine in the room. There was no way I was going to go back down there and walk back up that insane amount of stairs, so we headed over to the nearest Pharmacy to get some of their motion sickness meds.
We had some time to spend in Fira before our transport to the port where our boat was scheduled, so we grabbed a gyro sandwich from a tiny, very crowded, main street restaurant. It was the type of place where you walk in, order, get your food and leave, pulling up a seat wherever possible. The gyro was good, but still, even in GREECE, it wasn’t as good as the midnight gyro in Ames, Iowa. ;)
We walked around Fira town for a bit to waste some time, taking photos of the insanely beautiful scenic view of the caldera, and being entertained by a local Greek trying to sell postcards. He looked homeless, even though I’m still not sure if he was or not, and was hassling Nathan and me about putting our empty drink cans into the trash with a point of his finger. Ok, man. We get it, the trash is THERE. Thanks. We’ll be sure to do that. Now leave us alone! ;)
I needed to get some coffee to combat the exhaustion that I was sure the Dramamine equivalent was going to inflict, so we went into a hotel right there to grab a coffee before heading out to sail. When we came back to the meeting place for our transfer, about 10 minutes later, the rest of the group had arrived, and we were ready to go.
We piled in a van with two other American couples getting ready to go sailing too. We thought that they were going to be on our boat with us, but they ended up sailing on Captain Ted’s other boat with another captain. They were entertaining, laughing about their trip so far, about hotel mix ups and the craziness that they had experienced in Mykonos. Nathan and I were reassured that we had made the right decision in going to smaller, less touristy islands previous to our stop in Santorini. They said Mykonos was absolutely crazy.
We boarded our catamaran with Captain Ted and crew, and then 4 other couples for a total of 10 guests. We had a mix of Americans, one Australian couple, and one of the guys that was married to an American girl was from London. We all were introduced quickly and the party began… the white wine from Santorini and the Mythos beer started flowing like the sea we were on. ;) Let the fun begin!
Captain Ted was awesome, giving us the “rules” of the boat and then serving as our tour guide around the island. We got to know a lot about the other couples on the boat, and before we knew it, we were anchoring down for people to jump off of the boat and swim for a while. I was still in my clothes, and even though I was much more interested in taking photos rather than swimming, I went and changed into my swimsuit to join in the “fun”. I was told that the water was warm, and I, being a dumb a** , believed them. They were all LIARS! ;) It was so cold that my body had a hard time breathing once I jumped in, almost like my lungs were in shock. I stuck it out though, like someone else said, “If you wait a few minutes, your body will go numb and you won’t feel it anymore.” Ha ha ha ha. He was soooo right.
After that experience, I was the first one to change OUT of my suit and give up the swimming for the rest of the day. I happily retired my bathing suit and reacquired my camera for the rest of the sail. That made me happy.
We spent the rest of the evening sailing, stopping one other time to swim in the hot springs (neither Nathan or I didn’t get in the water this time) with another few boatloads of people (not small groups either, more like herds of people), and then once everyone climbed back on board, we headed over to another scenic area to anchor down, have dinner and relax.
Dinner was served to us by the two crew members, one being a girl from Australia (Nicole) and a Greek guy (didn’t get his name). We started with pasta salad with a bruchetta type of sauce, Greek salad with feta and olives, an amazingly good smoked eggplant dip (white eggplant- a specialty of the island), grilled clamari, huge prawns, and bread. The main course was oven roasted vegetables, grilled pork and chicken. It was all very good, not extraordinary like I had heard it was going to be, but very good.
The alcohol was flowing by now, and we all had a very good time chatting with Ted and the other guests. At one point, Nathan was talking with the Greek crew member about Mousaka. Nathan told him that he had loved the Mousaka in Vathy, Sifnos, and the guy agreed, he had had the best Mousaka of his life in Vathy. That made Nathan happy, and we never did try Mousaka again, not expecting it to mount up to the quality that he had eaten in Vathy.
A few things that Captain Ted told the group was that Greeks are different than other countries of the world… they don’t export their best home made products, they export their second best and keep the best for themselves. ;) That sounds right to me. The second thing was that one of the countries that imported most of their olive oil was Italy. Amazing!
After dinner we started sailing back towards the port, all the while enjoying the sunset. I was standing up taking photos while we were moving slowly along the sea being punched by waves from left to right. The sea was indeed angry, and nothing about the sailing trip was smooth. I was extremely grateful that I had taken the appropriate medicine, and came very close to giving it to others on the boat. They weren’t doing well, but I’m happy to say that I don’t think anyone ended up physically getting sick.
Anyway, I was standing up taking photos when I was unexpectedly LAUNCHED onto my side, down onto the American and British couple. It happened before I could think, and although I was entirely embarrassed, it wasn’t anything I would have had control over. I felt horrible, luckily we were all okay, and the other girl was credited for “catching” me. ;)
The sailing trip was unbelievable, very fun, very interesting but very rocky! I definitely would recommend it to others, but bring your Dramamine! I was actually pretty surprised that he hadn’t canceled our sail like he had the morning sail, but thankful, so thankful, that he hadn’t! It was worth it!
I went to bed super early that night, I was wiped out from not sleeping much the night before and the rest of my energy had been zapped from all the excitement of the evening.
September 9, 2009
After breakfast on the 9th, we decided to go to the Old Port of Fira. There are three ways to get there, one being a long walk down a ton of stairs, a hired donkey ride on said stairs, or a gondola. We opted for the gondola, and somehow lucked out with perfect timing… it only ran every twenty minutes, but we hopped on immediately and there was absolutely no line. When we reached the bottom, we marveled at the line waiting to go UP. Nathan figured out that the line going up was from the people being dropped off at the old port by the cruise lines, and those people wanting to go up to Fira to look around and connect to the rest of the island.
We roamed around the old port for a while, looking at everything and doing a bit of shopping. We wandered into a store that caught my attention, and ended up spending a good amount of money on some souvenirs. I can’t mention what those were, as they may or may not be gifts for people. ;) We were happy to find those souvenirs, and we had the store ship them to us instead of us having to cart them home. Best money I’ve ever spent, right there. Ha.
The old port wasn’t all that entertaining, so we decided to hitch up the gondola back to the main town of Fira. Again, totally lucked out… no line going up, we walked right on… but when we got up there, there was an enormous line of people waiting to go down to the port. Someone up above was on our side!
We headed back to the hotel to shower and reset ourselves for our night out in Oia (pronounced ee-ah). We were told not to miss this town, but especially to see the sunset from this part of the island. The couple from Tmapa that we had met in Sifnos at the beginning of our trip had told us to go early, and to go to the Sunset café for dinner and the sunset. The two couples from the transfer bus to and from Ted’s sailing adventure told us to eat at Dimitri’s in Amoudi in the old city below Oia. Hmmm, what to do… what to do…. We decided to go down to Amoudi, but the problem was that it, like the old port of Fira, had a huge set of stairs to climb down, but no gondola. The couples had given us the advice to go down the stairs and taxi our way up. Smartest people ever! We did just that, and on our walk down the insane amount of steps, we saw people climbing up. They were absolutely insane! One American guy even told us, “Don’t do this! It’s horrible!” We told him of our idea to take a taxi and he praised that idea.
We were told to get a reservation at Dimitri’s, and tried to have the concierge at the hotel call for us earlier, but she couldn’t find the phone number for the restaurant anywhere. This is why we headed down to the small fishing port so early. We found Dimitri’s restaurant at the very end of the line of tavernas in Amoudi, and it ended up being right next to Sunset café. Turns out that the couple that told us to dine there forgot to mention that it was in Amoudi and not Oia. I didn’t know which to pick, so I asked one of the locals working at his own shop right there on the waterfront (I knew he was fluent in English because he had offered to hold my sunglasses while I shot photos- I had the glasses held in my mouth). I said to him, “Which restaurant do you like better? Dimitri’s or Sunset café?” Trying to not pick sides, he told me, under his breath “Probably Dimitri’s.” Settled. We headed over to Dimitri’s and made a reservation for 7 PM. Then we just had nearly 4 hours to spend in this tiny little place. Ugh.
There was a small graveled pathway leading away from Dimitri’s and around the corner of the waterfront. We decided to follow the path for a while. The shore consisted of about a 10 foot cliff of enormous black lava rocks just below us being smashed against by the rough sea waves. Other people had the same idea of walking this path. We eventually we ended up at the dead end of that path with sunbathers (stupidly and desperately sitting there soaking up rays with intense wind whipping against them), other tourists and even a few people snorkeling in the clear water. The water was beautiful! It was a stunning color of turquoise blue, and just beyond the immensely saturated color stood a gigantic rock, proudly jutting up from the water like it was it’s own Mt. Everest. I shot a ton of photos, and was extremely grateful at that point that I had decided to bring my wide angle lens. What a site!
We successfully but sloooowly wasted time around the waterfront, walking back and forth, shopping a little, shooting photos, etc. We sat at a small café that had music blaring to have a drink… our standard pick me ups… Nathan had a Red Bull and I had a frappe. We watched the bartender/waiter sit at the table next to us playing backgammon against a friend while juggling being the waiter whenever someone new would approach the bar. I asked their permission to take their photo of them playing the game, and they agreed. The waiter piped up and said to me, “You could title this, ‘Hard work in Sanroini!’” and he gave me a pretty good chuckle.
We went to the restaurant a bit earlier than our reservation since we were desperately bored and tables were available. We had effectively stalled our dinner long enough to be able to dine while the sun was setting.
We sat down at table that was on the edge of the waterfront with about at 2 to 3 foot drop to the water. Our table was so close to the drop off, Nathan insisted that we scoot my side of the table just about an inch or two away from the edge. Suddenly an image of me leaning on the table to get a good shot and me falling into the sea below shot through my head. Good idea, honey.
The main draw for Dimitiri’s restaurant is the fish that they serve, and the fact that you go back to the kitchen and select your own fish from the supply that they have for the evening. Nathan wanted to get the Black Sea Brimm that the Americans had suggested we get, but they were sold out of it. We decided to split a large grouper filet, and for sides we got eggplant dip and fried zucchini. We selected the house red wine to drink. Dinner was okay, I was pretty disappointed when our fish was overcooked and dry, but everything else about the meal was good. The sunset was absolutely unbeatable, stunning and priceless… all those cliché things. We ate, drank, and watched she sun set over the bay of Amodi, all the while I was snapping pictures of course!
We took a taxi, as planned, back to Fira after dinner. Nathan tried to push me to walk up the gigantic set of stairs back to Oia, but I had nothing to do with that. The 137 steps of the hotel almost killed me every time, I couldn’t imagine walking up 300.
Once we got back to our hotel, I parked my rear in the bar while Nathan went down to the room to change clothes. I shot a few pictures of the bar with my small camera because it was so insanely lit with blue lights, and decorated with backlit tables. However, the prices of the drinks reflected the stunning location and view of the caldera, so we decided to try a different bar up further than our hotel, the Tropical bar. They advertised Happy Hour, so we took advantage of that, but she only had a few certain drinks for a discount. Nathan had Alfa beer, and I had a tequila sunrise. It was so strong I couldn’t drink it… but the bartender was super nice, a US native from Santa Barbara. We had plenty to talk about! She had been in Greece for 20 years but frequently went back to Cali to visit.
I was so tired that I headed back to the hotel and left an unhappy Nathan back at the bar without me. He watched the Greece vs. Maldovia soccer game, downed another beer and then came back to the hotel. We were both exhausted and kinda grumpy! Too bad it was our last night on Santorini. ☹
September 10, 2009
We were up early in the morning getting ready to check out and leave the Loucas Hotel in Santorini. We had a flight to catch to take us from the island back to Athens for one night before we were to head home.
Since we arrived at 2 AM, we had not officially met the porter that worked at the hotel, but we had seen him around since staying there. He gave me the creeps, eying me one time when I was in the office without Nathan. I had my huge camera around my neck and he was staring at me. After about a minute of the uncomfortable feeling that he was staring at me, I turned to him and shot him a look like, REALLY? He flashed his smile at me, grinning ear to ear, showing me all of his crooked yellow teeth. Shivers…. Yikes.
The porter proved his usefulness the morning we checked out though, hauling our huge suitcases, one at a time, first to the office and then all the way through the town, up the stairs and then back down to the taxi meeting place. From the office to the meeting place, he literally hauled them all at once. He treated his body like he was a camel, literally having my large camera bag around his neck and rolling both of our huge suitcases. I honestly do not know how this guy did it… but he was totally against me or Nathan helping in any way. Needless to say, he earned a LARGE tip. I really wish I would have taken a video of him hauling all of this stuff… first of all for the pure insanity of it, second of all, to record all of the tourists STARING at him while hauling all of our stuff. They guy is certifiably insane, and that was the type of gazes he was getting! Ha.
Friday, September 11, 2009
The island of Milos
September 5, 2009
Milos held lots of treasures for us, visually speaking anyway.
We started our first day on Milos with a taxi ride to Plaka. Once we got into the town, we looked around a bit, did some meandering through the white buildings and narrow passage ways, and then decided to climb the stairs to the Kastro (church). Oh what a hike. My my my, my LEGS were killing me. We met an Irish woman who passed us (I was huffing and puffing away while Nathan was ready to keep going), and she was wearing flimsy shoes while I was enthusiastically wearing my Ecos. I’m still not really sure how she did that, even though we found out during our conversation at the top, that she has made that climb many times. She’s crazy. ;)
I was stunned when we got to the top, took a ton of pictures, naturally. It was great that it was later in the afternoon too, so the sun wasn’t directly above us, it was giving us some directional light. Very pretty!
After the climb up, we thought walking down to the catacombs would be a spectacular idea. We walked for about 10 to 15 minutes down through a town called Tripiti and followed the signs to the catacombs. Here is where we faulted: Even though the sign said it was closed, we walked down the 50 stairs to get to the catacombs anyway. Whaddayaknow? It’s closed. DUH. Ha ha ha. Oh well, it’s all in the adventure… or so I thought.
I was so mad and exhausted after that climb, that Nathan left me on the old road to rest while he walked up to the Ancient Theatre, the supposed location of the finding of Venus de Milo. I was happy to stand in one spot and breathe for a few minutes shooting photos, of course. ;)
We kept walking down to our destination, a town called Klima, that supposedly had a colorful scenery of painted doors on the houses, and a beach with a scenic view. We walked for about 30 minutes from the catacombs down to Klima on the street, with sore toes and aching knees. We did make it though, and feasted on the scene with our sense of sight. I knew I wanted to be in Klima for sunset, so we had timed it perfectly!
I shot a lot of the waterfront from the dock out in the harbor, and the we walked up to what we think was the only restaurant in the town, the Panorama Restaurant. We were greeted by the hefty, not so happy looking, wife of the chef, and led to our table overlooking the coastline and small town. We checked out the menu and decided what we wanted to order… only to get a shake of the head from the waitress. She then went through their plentiful menu and pointed out about only 7 ot 8 of 50 items that they had on their menu. The cook, I think, the husband of the not-so-friendly waitress, came over to talk us into ordering the fish. He flashed a very nice (although missing a top tooth!) smile at me, and with broken English, told us, “It’s very good, very good fish.”
Nathan jumped at that idea right away, and after about 20 seconds of hesitation on my part, I agreed… fish it was! We also ordered tzatziki, a dip that we commonly find on gyros in the US, made of Greek yogurt, garlic, cucumber and salt. The cook thanked us immensely for ordering the fish, like it was his pride and joy. He also told Nathan while Nathan was returning from the bathroom, that his tzatziki was home made, definitely not store bought. It really was the best we would have on the entire trip.
Our fishes were served whole, fully cooked, but lying on the plate still holding on to their surprised 0 mouths and glazed over eyes. This is what went through my mind, “DANG IT! I knew I shouldn’t have ordered the fish, I forgot that this is how Europeans do fish. Now how do I cut this thing? I know I’ve seen it done on the Food Network.” Ha ha. I still didn’t do it very well and tried to ask the cook if he would filet it for me, but all he did was bring me an extra plate and a large spoon. Hmmm… not much luck.
We dined on fish and Mythos beer and enjoyed watching the sun set over Klima. It was a beautiful sight, and very enjoyable to me to hear four different languages being spoken right there on the veranda. English, Greek, Italian and German was spoken, all right within 20 feet of each other. Brilliant!
We took a taxi back to Adamas and called it a night in the sweat box of our room. Yes, there was an AC, but it cooled the immediate two feet in front of the unit, no where near where our bed was located. If not for mosquitoes or the noise of the center square (mostly from children playing on the playground across the street from our hotel at 10 PM), we would have left our french doors open all night.
September 6, 2009
The next day, which would have been Sunday the 6th, we beached it! After all of that walking, we wanted to sit sit sit all day on our rumps. We started with a taxi ride to Paleochori, a beach that was recommended by the Lonely Planet book, and by the hotel Portiani. Nathan was in need of a new book, so I asked the taxi driver if he knew of a book store in Paleochori that might sell English books. He looked at me, a little befuddled, not really understanding me, OR thinking I was a total moron. When we arrived at the beach, I then understood that it was the later. Paleochori consisted of a few tavernas on the beach with rooms and beach chairs to rent… and that’s about it.
When we were driving into the beach town, something was different about it that we didn’t expect. The beach was covered in fog! The cliffs of the beach were in their own little cloud of fog, and the tide was so high it was washing up to the foot of the beach chairs. Ugh… we thought that maybe we had made the wrong decision of where to spend our beach day… too bad our taxi had dropped us off and already bolted back to Adamas. Thankfully he had given us a piece of paper with the taxi company phone number on it… busses didn’t even attempt to come to Paleochori.
We decided since we were stranded to hang out for a while and look around. We walked along the rocky beach, through the water at parts, and came to a better part of the beach that hadn’t been consumed by the tide yet. I snapped a few pictures of the fog covered cliffs, and then it was gone… it dissipated within 10 to 15 minutes. Amazing! The sun was bright, the water was brilliantly clear but cold, and only Nathan got in. He threatened me a bit to get in… to no avail. ;)
We enjoyed lunch at the taverna located just up the stairs from where we had rented chairs, and then we headed out (via taxi) to another beach named Agias Kiriakis (Ag. Kiriaki). We had expected the same driver to come pick us up, not really realizing that the paper phone number he had given us was for the company and not his personal phone number. We were surprised to see a woman driver come to get us, and when she heard our destination (Ag. Kiriaki and NOT Adamas), she looked like someone had just thrown a drink on her at a bar. Her body language seemed to say, “Well, dang it. I just wasted MY flipping TIME.” Ugh, guilt consumed me, but whatever. They do pricing for taxis a bit differently on their small islands, they have a set fee for going from one place to another, they don’t use meters. SO, we ended up having to pay her extra, but OH WELL. Ha. We got to our destination, that’s all that mattered. Our taxi driver had us holding our breath on the way though… the road leading to and FROM Ag. Kiriaki was one lane, sunken down about 6 feet into the ground, and graveled, not paved. I don’t think I took a breath for about two minutes solid, and the whole time had my foot on my imaginary brake pedal in the back seat of the taxi. ;) I just knew we would end up colliding with an oncoming car. YIKES!
Ag. Kiriaki was interesting… it definitely was NOT a tourist haven, it was full of locals that knew how to drive through the entrance/exit to the beach. The only reason we ended up there is because the girl at the font desk of the Portiani had told us to go there if we had the chance. It was even smaller than Paleochori! It wasn’t a sandy beach, it was rocky. Full of stones from bright white smoothed over stones to black pebbles. It really was amazing to see, but man, my feet sure didn’t like it. Ouch! It was a catch 22 with my Reefs… walk with them on and get stones in your shoe, or walk with them off and walk ON stones. Either way wasn’t too fun. Ha.
There was a bar on the beach called the Banana Bar, a very cute little place that was tiki-like. There were Greeks swarming all over, either lying on their beach chairs, swimming in the frigid water, or playing paddle ball (the Greeks sure like their paddle ball!).
We hung out there for the rest of the afternoon, me in the shade, Nathan in the sun. I still got sun even though I was under the umbrella reading my Twilight series, covered in SPF 45. No wonder those Greeks are so tan! Geez.
Once we were ready to go, the same gal taxi driver came to pick us up (we’d have someone call for us from the restaurant- pretty good scheme!). I wasn’t all too happy that it was her coming back; she seemed peeved the first ride, and she seemed peeved to have to come back too. We did a very good job washing off our feet, but even on rocky beaches, it’s hard to remove ALL of the debris. She wasn’t too impressed with us… dumb Americans. Ha.
We navigated our way through the one lane exit/entrance of sunken gravel road again, and then we were on our way to Adamas. We spent our evening there, walking the coast line, watching the natives and the tourists, and feasting on what seemed to be the best pizza I’ve ever had in my entire life. Not joking. It was amazing… pan pizza style with a buttery garlic crust, topped with all kinds of goodies. I’m salivating just thinking about it. Ha.
We did some window shopping and browsed through a few stores, thinking about getting some trinkets for the kids, but never did buy anything.
We spent our last night in Milos in our sweat box of a room, falling asleep with cold bottles of water resting by our heads, on the backs of our necks. It was going to be an early morning with our boat to Santorini at 10:25.
September 7, 2009
The next morning, we woke up, had breakfast and got packed up to catch our boat at 10:25. We headed over to the port hauling all of our stuff to find out that our boat had been canceled due to a problem with the weather. What? Huh? What do you mean canceled? What do we do NOW?
We asked around and found out that we were supposed to deal with Sophia’s Travel agency, so we patiently waited in line for new tickets on the late ferry (much larger boat so the weather wasn’t an issue). After waiting for 20 to 30 minutes, it was finally my turn. Unfortunately, the system that sold the tickets was down, and the gal couldn’t issue the tickets. Awesome. This ended up being the case for most of the day, we kept checking back, kept waiting in line, and finally, Sophia told us to just come back at 8 pm. Poor thing was ready to pull her hair out from the stress of the day and dealing with people trying to get to places with canceled boats. I truly felt sorry for the lady!
The best part of our having to wait in line at Sophia’s was meeting a couple from England, honeymooners, Richard and Rachel. It was wonderful to be able to talk to a couple so freely, and listening to their accent was thouroghly entertaining. We found that we would all be on the same ferry that night, which was fun to look forward to!
Richard and Rachel told us to go to Sarakinico with our newly found day to explore more of Milos. They described it as “not to miss” and “you would love it, it’s great for photo” type of place. We were grateful for the tip, as we had NO idea what to do with the hours we now had to spend waiting for our ferry. We pointed them towards Plaka and the climb to the Kastro up top, warning them that it was a hefty climb, but worth it.
We dropped our luggage back at the hotel, rearranged some things and then headed out to Sarakiniko. We didn’t really know what to expect, but we thought we’d spend a few hours there, get some lunch, etc. We were wrong! It was incredibly windy, and the sand and salt painfully whipped against our skin and stuck to my photo filter immediately (we later found out that it was not windy and such when Rachel and Richard were there). There was nothing there, no settlement of any kind, no tavernas even! Someone could really make a fortune there setting up a grab-n-go type of facility!
Despite the painful whipping salty air and sand in our eyes, Sarakiniko was unbelievable! I have never seen such a site, etched cliffs of pure white rock, beautifully contrasting with the raging aquamarine sea water. It was gorgeous, and it was a lot of fun to climb around and explore. There were caverns and tunnels to walk through, and a very small beach of which some tourists, not us, had planned on taking advantage. They surely had their sunbathing aspirations squashed upon arrival finding the angry sea and wind.
We took the bus back to Adamas when we were done exploring Sarakiniko, and then took a rest for a while in the lobby of our hotel. We had internet access there, which was wonderful, and I even attempted a nap for about an hour. We still had hours to spare… what to do… what to do….
We decided to go see Apallonia, the other port town of the island. There wasn’t a whole bunch to see there, but we walked around the town anyway. There were churches on either end of the bay, so we headed around to the one that was on the West side. We found a beautiful scene overlooking the ocean, but the wind was too unbearable to remain for a long period of time. I got some pics, and off we went, back towards the main part of the town.
We took a taxi back to Adamas (we lucked out as there was one dropping people off in Apollonia, so we flagged him down to take us back), FINALLY got our tickets for the ferry (at a different travel agent) and had dinner at the restaurant by our hotel. I had pizza, still drooling over the thought of the pizza I had the night before at the adjacent restaurant. We enjoyed our meal and then we headed over to the boat.
We met up with the British couple and exchanged stories about our adventures that day. They were sad to hear that Sarakinico had been so windy, but happy to know we enjoyed it and got great photos. We all sat together on the ferry at a table that had chairs facing each other. We chatted nonstop for three plus hours about House and other similar interests until we got to Santorini. We laughed a lot, exchanging stories and opinions, and having a few beers, anything to keep us awake. We arrived in Santorini at nearly 1:30 AM. We were all extremely tired. We all laughed at how the books suggest taking a slow ferry to the island during the day to capture the whole beauty of Santorini. Oh well.
We said goodbye to our new friends with hopes of running into each other on the island. I hope that they are reading this and reminiscing about the trip! ;) Then we caught the bus headed for Fira and traversed our way up the cliff and over to Fira to find the Hotel Loucas. Finding the hotel at 2 AM was another story....
Milos held lots of treasures for us, visually speaking anyway.
We started our first day on Milos with a taxi ride to Plaka. Once we got into the town, we looked around a bit, did some meandering through the white buildings and narrow passage ways, and then decided to climb the stairs to the Kastro (church). Oh what a hike. My my my, my LEGS were killing me. We met an Irish woman who passed us (I was huffing and puffing away while Nathan was ready to keep going), and she was wearing flimsy shoes while I was enthusiastically wearing my Ecos. I’m still not really sure how she did that, even though we found out during our conversation at the top, that she has made that climb many times. She’s crazy. ;)
I was stunned when we got to the top, took a ton of pictures, naturally. It was great that it was later in the afternoon too, so the sun wasn’t directly above us, it was giving us some directional light. Very pretty!
After the climb up, we thought walking down to the catacombs would be a spectacular idea. We walked for about 10 to 15 minutes down through a town called Tripiti and followed the signs to the catacombs. Here is where we faulted: Even though the sign said it was closed, we walked down the 50 stairs to get to the catacombs anyway. Whaddayaknow? It’s closed. DUH. Ha ha ha. Oh well, it’s all in the adventure… or so I thought.
I was so mad and exhausted after that climb, that Nathan left me on the old road to rest while he walked up to the Ancient Theatre, the supposed location of the finding of Venus de Milo. I was happy to stand in one spot and breathe for a few minutes shooting photos, of course. ;)
We kept walking down to our destination, a town called Klima, that supposedly had a colorful scenery of painted doors on the houses, and a beach with a scenic view. We walked for about 30 minutes from the catacombs down to Klima on the street, with sore toes and aching knees. We did make it though, and feasted on the scene with our sense of sight. I knew I wanted to be in Klima for sunset, so we had timed it perfectly!
I shot a lot of the waterfront from the dock out in the harbor, and the we walked up to what we think was the only restaurant in the town, the Panorama Restaurant. We were greeted by the hefty, not so happy looking, wife of the chef, and led to our table overlooking the coastline and small town. We checked out the menu and decided what we wanted to order… only to get a shake of the head from the waitress. She then went through their plentiful menu and pointed out about only 7 ot 8 of 50 items that they had on their menu. The cook, I think, the husband of the not-so-friendly waitress, came over to talk us into ordering the fish. He flashed a very nice (although missing a top tooth!) smile at me, and with broken English, told us, “It’s very good, very good fish.”
Nathan jumped at that idea right away, and after about 20 seconds of hesitation on my part, I agreed… fish it was! We also ordered tzatziki, a dip that we commonly find on gyros in the US, made of Greek yogurt, garlic, cucumber and salt. The cook thanked us immensely for ordering the fish, like it was his pride and joy. He also told Nathan while Nathan was returning from the bathroom, that his tzatziki was home made, definitely not store bought. It really was the best we would have on the entire trip.
Our fishes were served whole, fully cooked, but lying on the plate still holding on to their surprised 0 mouths and glazed over eyes. This is what went through my mind, “DANG IT! I knew I shouldn’t have ordered the fish, I forgot that this is how Europeans do fish. Now how do I cut this thing? I know I’ve seen it done on the Food Network.” Ha ha. I still didn’t do it very well and tried to ask the cook if he would filet it for me, but all he did was bring me an extra plate and a large spoon. Hmmm… not much luck.
We dined on fish and Mythos beer and enjoyed watching the sun set over Klima. It was a beautiful sight, and very enjoyable to me to hear four different languages being spoken right there on the veranda. English, Greek, Italian and German was spoken, all right within 20 feet of each other. Brilliant!
We took a taxi back to Adamas and called it a night in the sweat box of our room. Yes, there was an AC, but it cooled the immediate two feet in front of the unit, no where near where our bed was located. If not for mosquitoes or the noise of the center square (mostly from children playing on the playground across the street from our hotel at 10 PM), we would have left our french doors open all night.
September 6, 2009
The next day, which would have been Sunday the 6th, we beached it! After all of that walking, we wanted to sit sit sit all day on our rumps. We started with a taxi ride to Paleochori, a beach that was recommended by the Lonely Planet book, and by the hotel Portiani. Nathan was in need of a new book, so I asked the taxi driver if he knew of a book store in Paleochori that might sell English books. He looked at me, a little befuddled, not really understanding me, OR thinking I was a total moron. When we arrived at the beach, I then understood that it was the later. Paleochori consisted of a few tavernas on the beach with rooms and beach chairs to rent… and that’s about it.
When we were driving into the beach town, something was different about it that we didn’t expect. The beach was covered in fog! The cliffs of the beach were in their own little cloud of fog, and the tide was so high it was washing up to the foot of the beach chairs. Ugh… we thought that maybe we had made the wrong decision of where to spend our beach day… too bad our taxi had dropped us off and already bolted back to Adamas. Thankfully he had given us a piece of paper with the taxi company phone number on it… busses didn’t even attempt to come to Paleochori.
We decided since we were stranded to hang out for a while and look around. We walked along the rocky beach, through the water at parts, and came to a better part of the beach that hadn’t been consumed by the tide yet. I snapped a few pictures of the fog covered cliffs, and then it was gone… it dissipated within 10 to 15 minutes. Amazing! The sun was bright, the water was brilliantly clear but cold, and only Nathan got in. He threatened me a bit to get in… to no avail. ;)
We enjoyed lunch at the taverna located just up the stairs from where we had rented chairs, and then we headed out (via taxi) to another beach named Agias Kiriakis (Ag. Kiriaki). We had expected the same driver to come pick us up, not really realizing that the paper phone number he had given us was for the company and not his personal phone number. We were surprised to see a woman driver come to get us, and when she heard our destination (Ag. Kiriaki and NOT Adamas), she looked like someone had just thrown a drink on her at a bar. Her body language seemed to say, “Well, dang it. I just wasted MY flipping TIME.” Ugh, guilt consumed me, but whatever. They do pricing for taxis a bit differently on their small islands, they have a set fee for going from one place to another, they don’t use meters. SO, we ended up having to pay her extra, but OH WELL. Ha. We got to our destination, that’s all that mattered. Our taxi driver had us holding our breath on the way though… the road leading to and FROM Ag. Kiriaki was one lane, sunken down about 6 feet into the ground, and graveled, not paved. I don’t think I took a breath for about two minutes solid, and the whole time had my foot on my imaginary brake pedal in the back seat of the taxi. ;) I just knew we would end up colliding with an oncoming car. YIKES!
Ag. Kiriaki was interesting… it definitely was NOT a tourist haven, it was full of locals that knew how to drive through the entrance/exit to the beach. The only reason we ended up there is because the girl at the font desk of the Portiani had told us to go there if we had the chance. It was even smaller than Paleochori! It wasn’t a sandy beach, it was rocky. Full of stones from bright white smoothed over stones to black pebbles. It really was amazing to see, but man, my feet sure didn’t like it. Ouch! It was a catch 22 with my Reefs… walk with them on and get stones in your shoe, or walk with them off and walk ON stones. Either way wasn’t too fun. Ha.
There was a bar on the beach called the Banana Bar, a very cute little place that was tiki-like. There were Greeks swarming all over, either lying on their beach chairs, swimming in the frigid water, or playing paddle ball (the Greeks sure like their paddle ball!).
We hung out there for the rest of the afternoon, me in the shade, Nathan in the sun. I still got sun even though I was under the umbrella reading my Twilight series, covered in SPF 45. No wonder those Greeks are so tan! Geez.
Once we were ready to go, the same gal taxi driver came to pick us up (we’d have someone call for us from the restaurant- pretty good scheme!). I wasn’t all too happy that it was her coming back; she seemed peeved the first ride, and she seemed peeved to have to come back too. We did a very good job washing off our feet, but even on rocky beaches, it’s hard to remove ALL of the debris. She wasn’t too impressed with us… dumb Americans. Ha.
We navigated our way through the one lane exit/entrance of sunken gravel road again, and then we were on our way to Adamas. We spent our evening there, walking the coast line, watching the natives and the tourists, and feasting on what seemed to be the best pizza I’ve ever had in my entire life. Not joking. It was amazing… pan pizza style with a buttery garlic crust, topped with all kinds of goodies. I’m salivating just thinking about it. Ha.
We did some window shopping and browsed through a few stores, thinking about getting some trinkets for the kids, but never did buy anything.
We spent our last night in Milos in our sweat box of a room, falling asleep with cold bottles of water resting by our heads, on the backs of our necks. It was going to be an early morning with our boat to Santorini at 10:25.
September 7, 2009
The next morning, we woke up, had breakfast and got packed up to catch our boat at 10:25. We headed over to the port hauling all of our stuff to find out that our boat had been canceled due to a problem with the weather. What? Huh? What do you mean canceled? What do we do NOW?
We asked around and found out that we were supposed to deal with Sophia’s Travel agency, so we patiently waited in line for new tickets on the late ferry (much larger boat so the weather wasn’t an issue). After waiting for 20 to 30 minutes, it was finally my turn. Unfortunately, the system that sold the tickets was down, and the gal couldn’t issue the tickets. Awesome. This ended up being the case for most of the day, we kept checking back, kept waiting in line, and finally, Sophia told us to just come back at 8 pm. Poor thing was ready to pull her hair out from the stress of the day and dealing with people trying to get to places with canceled boats. I truly felt sorry for the lady!
The best part of our having to wait in line at Sophia’s was meeting a couple from England, honeymooners, Richard and Rachel. It was wonderful to be able to talk to a couple so freely, and listening to their accent was thouroghly entertaining. We found that we would all be on the same ferry that night, which was fun to look forward to!
Richard and Rachel told us to go to Sarakinico with our newly found day to explore more of Milos. They described it as “not to miss” and “you would love it, it’s great for photo” type of place. We were grateful for the tip, as we had NO idea what to do with the hours we now had to spend waiting for our ferry. We pointed them towards Plaka and the climb to the Kastro up top, warning them that it was a hefty climb, but worth it.
We dropped our luggage back at the hotel, rearranged some things and then headed out to Sarakiniko. We didn’t really know what to expect, but we thought we’d spend a few hours there, get some lunch, etc. We were wrong! It was incredibly windy, and the sand and salt painfully whipped against our skin and stuck to my photo filter immediately (we later found out that it was not windy and such when Rachel and Richard were there). There was nothing there, no settlement of any kind, no tavernas even! Someone could really make a fortune there setting up a grab-n-go type of facility!
Despite the painful whipping salty air and sand in our eyes, Sarakiniko was unbelievable! I have never seen such a site, etched cliffs of pure white rock, beautifully contrasting with the raging aquamarine sea water. It was gorgeous, and it was a lot of fun to climb around and explore. There were caverns and tunnels to walk through, and a very small beach of which some tourists, not us, had planned on taking advantage. They surely had their sunbathing aspirations squashed upon arrival finding the angry sea and wind.
We took the bus back to Adamas when we were done exploring Sarakiniko, and then took a rest for a while in the lobby of our hotel. We had internet access there, which was wonderful, and I even attempted a nap for about an hour. We still had hours to spare… what to do… what to do….
We decided to go see Apallonia, the other port town of the island. There wasn’t a whole bunch to see there, but we walked around the town anyway. There were churches on either end of the bay, so we headed around to the one that was on the West side. We found a beautiful scene overlooking the ocean, but the wind was too unbearable to remain for a long period of time. I got some pics, and off we went, back towards the main part of the town.
We took a taxi back to Adamas (we lucked out as there was one dropping people off in Apollonia, so we flagged him down to take us back), FINALLY got our tickets for the ferry (at a different travel agent) and had dinner at the restaurant by our hotel. I had pizza, still drooling over the thought of the pizza I had the night before at the adjacent restaurant. We enjoyed our meal and then we headed over to the boat.
We met up with the British couple and exchanged stories about our adventures that day. They were sad to hear that Sarakinico had been so windy, but happy to know we enjoyed it and got great photos. We all sat together on the ferry at a table that had chairs facing each other. We chatted nonstop for three plus hours about House and other similar interests until we got to Santorini. We laughed a lot, exchanging stories and opinions, and having a few beers, anything to keep us awake. We arrived in Santorini at nearly 1:30 AM. We were all extremely tired. We all laughed at how the books suggest taking a slow ferry to the island during the day to capture the whole beauty of Santorini. Oh well.
We said goodbye to our new friends with hopes of running into each other on the island. I hope that they are reading this and reminiscing about the trip! ;) Then we caught the bus headed for Fira and traversed our way up the cliff and over to Fira to find the Hotel Loucas. Finding the hotel at 2 AM was another story....
Thursday, September 10, 2009
... to be continued...
More on Greece to come, just need to catch up. I'll probably be typing the whole flight home. :)
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Island of Sifnos
We arrived by ferry into Sifnos at 11:15 p.m. on Thursday night. The ferry ride wasn’t much to report, Nathan and I were so tired that we took turns reading and nodding off. It was a decent ride, nearly 3 hours long. The boat was the Speed Runner 3, huge and monstrous, with room for all of the passengers up top, and room for people with their cars on the bottom. We had seat assignments which came in handy, but the boat wasn’t completely full anyway. We were very extremely tired, having trekked all over Athens for the whole day without a comfortable home base. We were hot, sweaty, and had been wearing our same clothes that we flew in the day before.
When we arrived in Sifnos, it was obviously night time and dark outside. Nathan and I made the “exodus” off the boat with the other passengers and then kinda looked at each other in a “now what?” type of manner. The two taxis that were available were claimed immediately by other passengers, leaving us to further wonder what the heck we were supposed to do. So we started walking down the main street, hoping another taxi would arrive. No such luck. I decided to ask a guy who worked for the Greek Coast Guard if he knew of our hotel. “Yes, Hotel Margado! Go 300 meters that way” as he pointed straight up the gigantic hill. Awesome. So we walked back the way we came and came to a fork in the road, one that went back to the dock and one that went up hill. I asked again, this time, asked a car rental guy. “Ah, yes, hotel Margado.” He gestured with his hands and said, “Go up there, then leeeft, riiiight, and then leeeeft and then riiiiiight.” OK? So we started walking, rather, climbing these steep hills with two large suitcases, Nathan’s messenger bag and both of my camera bags. I immediately was hit with memories of being lost in Lugano… the first day I had arrived there, meandering around and trying to find our residence with three other students that I had met. It was already 11:30 at night and I really didn’t want to be aimlessly wandering around Kamares, Sifnos. With the help of my wonderfully strong gallant husband, we made it up the three large slopes with all of our bags. The incline on the last hill up to the hotel was, no joke here, literally, 45 degrees. I was tempted to get my iPhone out, download the leveling App, and then see exactly what the angle was. Ha ha ha. Nathan made the trek up the hill first with his messenger bag, and hauling our two rolling suitcases behind him, me slowly and breathlessly following him, still not knowing if this is exactly where we should be going. Alas, at the top of Mt. Everest, was the Hotel Margado. It took us 5 minutes to catch our breath and head up more stairs to where the owner, Stella, was waiting for us by the beautiful terrace and pool area.
I told Stella, in a breathless voice, “We’re the Wilcke’s, we have a reservation.”
She replied with this, “Ah, yes, but you were supposed to go to the travel agent office and have them call me to come get you and bring you up here.”
WHAT? You mean we could have had a RIDE?
She continued, “The travel agent was supposed to inform you of this transfer? No?”
“No, we had no idea, so we walked.”
“Oh, ok, I call them.”
So she called them and seemed pretty upset at the agency, complaining that they hadn’t told us about her plan to come and get us. I was a bit, no, I was really mad.
Stella got us all settled in our room, a very plain room with two twin beds pushed together, but a nice balcony with a view of the port. All in all, it was a fine room, but with one the Euro style showers that I despise… itsy bitsy teeny weeny shower that when you turn it on, it gets everything wet in the bathroom. The Europeans just don’t shower like Americans. No wonder they stink. Ha.
Nathan showered, I showered, and then we both passed out and slept solidly, with only a thin sheet to cover us, until 9 AM the next morning. Ahhhhhhh, sleep.
We woke up in the morning and headed up for breakfast. I was expecting something a LITTLE more lavish than one kind of cheese, one kind of meat (looked like bologna), and like 8 different kinds of bread. There was one kind of cereal, which I chose to eat, strained Greek Yogurt, syrup, and jellies. The coffee was gross, just like Ana and Sandra had warned. Even sugar didn’t help. It just has a ‘funk’ to it… can’t really decide what that is exactly.
Anyway, after a huge let down of a breakfast (mind you, I wasn’t expecting an American style of breakfast anyway having had previous European experience), we showered and headed out.
We asked Stella if she would give us a ride down to the town’s center and she said, “No. I do the transfer only, but you should rent a car anyway. You only have one day to see the island, and it is much better to have a car than take the bus.”
After a bit more talking we decided that she was right, so she got on the phone and found us a car to rent for the day. A guy from Apollo car company agreed to come up to the Margado and get us to bring us from Kamares to Apolonia to sign for the car, but in a half hour or so. That was fine, to us, so we went back and got online, and researched a little more where we should venture with our car for the day. Between the tips we got from Stella, and the stuff I’d read in our Greek travel book and online, we had a pretty good plan of how to spend our day.
The guy, for fun, I’ll call him Apollo, picked us up wreaking of body odor. He spoke decent English and drove us to Apolonia to the car rental office. On our way, the 5 kilometer curvy drive around the island to the capital, he was telling us about the island and where we should go.
“If you follow the asphalt, it goes to all the important places.” Fair enough, okay. “Platy Gialos is very nice, it has big biches, and Vathy has biches too.” Yes, yes, he was saying biches, not beaches. Nathan and I had a good laugh about this later, and about how we would get to see so many big bitches. ;)
By the time we got on our way to start around on our Sifnos escapade, it was noon. We headed to Vathy, which is a small, very quiet town with lots of rooms to “let” and a thin but long beautiful beach with a bay. Cars are not allowed to drive in the town, so the are all to be parked in the parking lot just outside the town. We parked our cute little Chevy in gravel parking lot by one of the several olive trees and walked to the bay. There were plenty of restaurants on the shore, but there was one, Manolis, that we wanted. I had read about it on Matt Barret’s website about Sifnos, claiming that it had the best clay pot baked food on the island (one of the island specialties). We walked the wrong way first, which was okay by us, we got to see more of the restaurants and locals hanging out on the beach.
We found Manolis a bit later, and sat down to have lunch. I was intrigued and wanted to try another one the island’s specialty, chick pea stew cooked in a clay pot. I pointed to this item on the menu when the waiter took our order, and he replied with, “It has peppers, tomatoes, and rice.”
“Ok,” I said, sounds good.
Nathan ordered Mousaka, a beer (Mythos- yummy), and I tried Nescafe for the first time (by suggestion of my friend that had been to Greece before). Instant coffee. Are you kidding me? Ha. Where is STARBUCKS??? ;) I did see one in Athens….
Turns out that I hadn’t ordered what I thought I had ordered because when I received my food, I was presented with a stuffed green pepper with rice and a stuffed tomato with rice. Oooooooooooh? Wait. I thought I ordered the chick pea stew… Oh well. I ate it anyway and told Nathan that I would just have to get chick pea stew at dinner for an appetizer.
Nathan’s mousaka was delicious. It was layered like a lasagna with ground beef, cooked eggplant, and then mashed potatoes mixed with cheese for a devilishly delicious fattening top. He really enjoyed it, and I enjoyed a few bites of it myself.
At one point while we were sitting there at our table, Nathan said to me, “It took me a minute but I finally just realized what that is that she hung up over there. It’s an octopus.” HUH? I looked at him.
Indeed, the British gal staying in the B&B next to Manolis had hung up an octopus on the clothes line to dry in the sun. Really? Sick. So I took pictures of it. ;)
When I went over there, the girl, not really expecting me to speak English launches out with, “Everyone is taking pictures of my….” and then she noticed that I was looking at her and she stopped.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed, “That’s just so bizarre! We don’t eat octopus in the U.S.” Her husband told me that they were charging 20 Euro for a picture, but the first one was free. Ha ha, LOL silly Brit. No, he was really nice.
We finished up our not-so-good stuffed peppers and tomatoes and wonderful mousaka and headed out of Vathy to Platy Gialos for the bich, oh, I mean beach. Since we had rented a car it was easy enough to bring our suits with us. We had to buy a few towels at a local mini mart, but no big deal. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the coast of Platy Gialos, Sifnos sitting next to a young American couple from Tampa. Ha…
At 5 p.m. we wrapped up our beach time and headed back to our hotel in Kamares. We got showered and cleaned up and headed for the “not to be missed while in Sifnos” town of Kastro. Oh wow, did it live up to what we expected. We were told by Stella (owner of our B&B) to go at dusk/sunset because it’s so hot up there. We followed her lead and did what she said. The sun was setting, giving me an open shade paradise to photograph, white walls with blue doors, flower pots, and a white church stuck out on it’s own volcanic rock with the nearly full moon rising just above it. WOW. Amazing. Nathan sure was a sport letting me take my time to capture the shots, even holding lenses for me while changing them on my camera. What a sweetie. ;)
We headed to Apolonia, the island’s capital for dinner and the night life. We had dinner at a restaurant on the tiny “main drag” street; it was the main street for bars and restaurants, not wide enough for 5 people to walk side by side.
We splurged a bit and had a very good bottle of Greek Syrah with dinner, Thema a regional wine of Drama. I had my highly anticipated chick pea stew (served in a clay pot just like they said) and had another clay pot dish for my main course, pork with white wine and some kind of herb that I didn’t recognize. It was tasty, but I liked the chick pea stew the best. Nathan had meatballs with gruyere cheese. He enjoyed it very much, the meatballs were very tender.
I was on the hunt for something sweet after dinner, and about had a heart attack when I saw an ice cream/gelato place. Mmmm, hazelnut gelato in a sugar cone. I had worked for that, walking up those dang hills to that hotel, walking all over Athens, walking all over Sifnos. I definitely earned that gelato.
We had a night cap at one of the many bars lining this main street while waiting for the Friday night “nightlife” to begin. The clock struck 11 and no one else was even IN the bar. We decided to go back to the hotel and go to bed. So much for a night out on the town, probably a good thing since Nathan had to navigate the exceptionally tiny and winding roads of Sifnos in our rental car. I really gotta say that he was an amazing driver.
We woke up on Saturday morning and got our stuff ready to leave Sifnos. We packed up and took our car down to the town center for Apollo to pick it up (the biches guy). We had breakfast, thin omelets with ham and cheese, coffee and juice, and then boarded our ferry to Milos. Pulling out of Sifnos was beautiful, but it got even better as we approached Milos and saw the island of Kimolos. We had to stop there to exchange passengers for a few minutes, and then we were off to Milos. What a beautiful boat ride!
Thankfully, when we got to Milos, our hotel was in short walking distance from the port on a flat road. Oh thank heaven. We got settled into our room and just had lunch at Flisvos in the town’s center square… cheese pies (not that great even with a high recommendation from the guy who wrote our Lonely Planet book), green salad and chicken soulvlaki (sp?), basically a kebab of chicken and fries. I still have yet to be blown away with the great food that Greece supposedly has somewhere that I’ve heard about. Maybe in Santorini… ha.
When we arrived in Sifnos, it was obviously night time and dark outside. Nathan and I made the “exodus” off the boat with the other passengers and then kinda looked at each other in a “now what?” type of manner. The two taxis that were available were claimed immediately by other passengers, leaving us to further wonder what the heck we were supposed to do. So we started walking down the main street, hoping another taxi would arrive. No such luck. I decided to ask a guy who worked for the Greek Coast Guard if he knew of our hotel. “Yes, Hotel Margado! Go 300 meters that way” as he pointed straight up the gigantic hill. Awesome. So we walked back the way we came and came to a fork in the road, one that went back to the dock and one that went up hill. I asked again, this time, asked a car rental guy. “Ah, yes, hotel Margado.” He gestured with his hands and said, “Go up there, then leeeft, riiiight, and then leeeeft and then riiiiiight.” OK? So we started walking, rather, climbing these steep hills with two large suitcases, Nathan’s messenger bag and both of my camera bags. I immediately was hit with memories of being lost in Lugano… the first day I had arrived there, meandering around and trying to find our residence with three other students that I had met. It was already 11:30 at night and I really didn’t want to be aimlessly wandering around Kamares, Sifnos. With the help of my wonderfully strong gallant husband, we made it up the three large slopes with all of our bags. The incline on the last hill up to the hotel was, no joke here, literally, 45 degrees. I was tempted to get my iPhone out, download the leveling App, and then see exactly what the angle was. Ha ha ha. Nathan made the trek up the hill first with his messenger bag, and hauling our two rolling suitcases behind him, me slowly and breathlessly following him, still not knowing if this is exactly where we should be going. Alas, at the top of Mt. Everest, was the Hotel Margado. It took us 5 minutes to catch our breath and head up more stairs to where the owner, Stella, was waiting for us by the beautiful terrace and pool area.
I told Stella, in a breathless voice, “We’re the Wilcke’s, we have a reservation.”
She replied with this, “Ah, yes, but you were supposed to go to the travel agent office and have them call me to come get you and bring you up here.”
WHAT? You mean we could have had a RIDE?
She continued, “The travel agent was supposed to inform you of this transfer? No?”
“No, we had no idea, so we walked.”
“Oh, ok, I call them.”
So she called them and seemed pretty upset at the agency, complaining that they hadn’t told us about her plan to come and get us. I was a bit, no, I was really mad.
Stella got us all settled in our room, a very plain room with two twin beds pushed together, but a nice balcony with a view of the port. All in all, it was a fine room, but with one the Euro style showers that I despise… itsy bitsy teeny weeny shower that when you turn it on, it gets everything wet in the bathroom. The Europeans just don’t shower like Americans. No wonder they stink. Ha.
Nathan showered, I showered, and then we both passed out and slept solidly, with only a thin sheet to cover us, until 9 AM the next morning. Ahhhhhhh, sleep.
We woke up in the morning and headed up for breakfast. I was expecting something a LITTLE more lavish than one kind of cheese, one kind of meat (looked like bologna), and like 8 different kinds of bread. There was one kind of cereal, which I chose to eat, strained Greek Yogurt, syrup, and jellies. The coffee was gross, just like Ana and Sandra had warned. Even sugar didn’t help. It just has a ‘funk’ to it… can’t really decide what that is exactly.
Anyway, after a huge let down of a breakfast (mind you, I wasn’t expecting an American style of breakfast anyway having had previous European experience), we showered and headed out.
We asked Stella if she would give us a ride down to the town’s center and she said, “No. I do the transfer only, but you should rent a car anyway. You only have one day to see the island, and it is much better to have a car than take the bus.”
After a bit more talking we decided that she was right, so she got on the phone and found us a car to rent for the day. A guy from Apollo car company agreed to come up to the Margado and get us to bring us from Kamares to Apolonia to sign for the car, but in a half hour or so. That was fine, to us, so we went back and got online, and researched a little more where we should venture with our car for the day. Between the tips we got from Stella, and the stuff I’d read in our Greek travel book and online, we had a pretty good plan of how to spend our day.
The guy, for fun, I’ll call him Apollo, picked us up wreaking of body odor. He spoke decent English and drove us to Apolonia to the car rental office. On our way, the 5 kilometer curvy drive around the island to the capital, he was telling us about the island and where we should go.
“If you follow the asphalt, it goes to all the important places.” Fair enough, okay. “Platy Gialos is very nice, it has big biches, and Vathy has biches too.” Yes, yes, he was saying biches, not beaches. Nathan and I had a good laugh about this later, and about how we would get to see so many big bitches. ;)
By the time we got on our way to start around on our Sifnos escapade, it was noon. We headed to Vathy, which is a small, very quiet town with lots of rooms to “let” and a thin but long beautiful beach with a bay. Cars are not allowed to drive in the town, so the are all to be parked in the parking lot just outside the town. We parked our cute little Chevy in gravel parking lot by one of the several olive trees and walked to the bay. There were plenty of restaurants on the shore, but there was one, Manolis, that we wanted. I had read about it on Matt Barret’s website about Sifnos, claiming that it had the best clay pot baked food on the island (one of the island specialties). We walked the wrong way first, which was okay by us, we got to see more of the restaurants and locals hanging out on the beach.
We found Manolis a bit later, and sat down to have lunch. I was intrigued and wanted to try another one the island’s specialty, chick pea stew cooked in a clay pot. I pointed to this item on the menu when the waiter took our order, and he replied with, “It has peppers, tomatoes, and rice.”
“Ok,” I said, sounds good.
Nathan ordered Mousaka, a beer (Mythos- yummy), and I tried Nescafe for the first time (by suggestion of my friend that had been to Greece before). Instant coffee. Are you kidding me? Ha. Where is STARBUCKS??? ;) I did see one in Athens….
Turns out that I hadn’t ordered what I thought I had ordered because when I received my food, I was presented with a stuffed green pepper with rice and a stuffed tomato with rice. Oooooooooooh? Wait. I thought I ordered the chick pea stew… Oh well. I ate it anyway and told Nathan that I would just have to get chick pea stew at dinner for an appetizer.
Nathan’s mousaka was delicious. It was layered like a lasagna with ground beef, cooked eggplant, and then mashed potatoes mixed with cheese for a devilishly delicious fattening top. He really enjoyed it, and I enjoyed a few bites of it myself.
At one point while we were sitting there at our table, Nathan said to me, “It took me a minute but I finally just realized what that is that she hung up over there. It’s an octopus.” HUH? I looked at him.
Indeed, the British gal staying in the B&B next to Manolis had hung up an octopus on the clothes line to dry in the sun. Really? Sick. So I took pictures of it. ;)
When I went over there, the girl, not really expecting me to speak English launches out with, “Everyone is taking pictures of my….” and then she noticed that I was looking at her and she stopped.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed, “That’s just so bizarre! We don’t eat octopus in the U.S.” Her husband told me that they were charging 20 Euro for a picture, but the first one was free. Ha ha, LOL silly Brit. No, he was really nice.
We finished up our not-so-good stuffed peppers and tomatoes and wonderful mousaka and headed out of Vathy to Platy Gialos for the bich, oh, I mean beach. Since we had rented a car it was easy enough to bring our suits with us. We had to buy a few towels at a local mini mart, but no big deal. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the coast of Platy Gialos, Sifnos sitting next to a young American couple from Tampa. Ha…
At 5 p.m. we wrapped up our beach time and headed back to our hotel in Kamares. We got showered and cleaned up and headed for the “not to be missed while in Sifnos” town of Kastro. Oh wow, did it live up to what we expected. We were told by Stella (owner of our B&B) to go at dusk/sunset because it’s so hot up there. We followed her lead and did what she said. The sun was setting, giving me an open shade paradise to photograph, white walls with blue doors, flower pots, and a white church stuck out on it’s own volcanic rock with the nearly full moon rising just above it. WOW. Amazing. Nathan sure was a sport letting me take my time to capture the shots, even holding lenses for me while changing them on my camera. What a sweetie. ;)
We headed to Apolonia, the island’s capital for dinner and the night life. We had dinner at a restaurant on the tiny “main drag” street; it was the main street for bars and restaurants, not wide enough for 5 people to walk side by side.
We splurged a bit and had a very good bottle of Greek Syrah with dinner, Thema a regional wine of Drama. I had my highly anticipated chick pea stew (served in a clay pot just like they said) and had another clay pot dish for my main course, pork with white wine and some kind of herb that I didn’t recognize. It was tasty, but I liked the chick pea stew the best. Nathan had meatballs with gruyere cheese. He enjoyed it very much, the meatballs were very tender.
I was on the hunt for something sweet after dinner, and about had a heart attack when I saw an ice cream/gelato place. Mmmm, hazelnut gelato in a sugar cone. I had worked for that, walking up those dang hills to that hotel, walking all over Athens, walking all over Sifnos. I definitely earned that gelato.
We had a night cap at one of the many bars lining this main street while waiting for the Friday night “nightlife” to begin. The clock struck 11 and no one else was even IN the bar. We decided to go back to the hotel and go to bed. So much for a night out on the town, probably a good thing since Nathan had to navigate the exceptionally tiny and winding roads of Sifnos in our rental car. I really gotta say that he was an amazing driver.
We woke up on Saturday morning and got our stuff ready to leave Sifnos. We packed up and took our car down to the town center for Apollo to pick it up (the biches guy). We had breakfast, thin omelets with ham and cheese, coffee and juice, and then boarded our ferry to Milos. Pulling out of Sifnos was beautiful, but it got even better as we approached Milos and saw the island of Kimolos. We had to stop there to exchange passengers for a few minutes, and then we were off to Milos. What a beautiful boat ride!
Thankfully, when we got to Milos, our hotel was in short walking distance from the port on a flat road. Oh thank heaven. We got settled into our room and just had lunch at Flisvos in the town’s center square… cheese pies (not that great even with a high recommendation from the guy who wrote our Lonely Planet book), green salad and chicken soulvlaki (sp?), basically a kebab of chicken and fries. I still have yet to be blown away with the great food that Greece supposedly has somewhere that I’ve heard about. Maybe in Santorini… ha.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Seriously... it's all Greek to me.
September 3, 2009
Nathan and I are in Athens! We arrived this morning bright and early at 8:10, a whopping hour ahead of schedule. Usually, I’m all about being early on a flight, however, when you already have a 10 hour layover in an unfamiliar city with a very unfamiliar language, I’d have preferred to get an extra hour of sleep on the plane. Albeit we were in business class, so we got to lie down for the whole trip, it’s nothing compared to a real bed.
We each slept, probably not as long as we had hoped to rest, but at least we weren’t wide awake all night. Breakfast came way too early for us today, it was served to us somewhere around 1 a.m. our time.
Since we didn’t have any plans for today, and we had endless hours to spend, we decided to go the tourist route. We bussed it over to Pireaus port, checked our suitcases into a pretty sketchy “baggage check” and hit the road. Since I have way too much camera stuff here with me, I was rolling my big black bag and my medium camera bag around the city of Athens. The light at the end of THAT tunnel is that once we finally get situated in Sifnos tonight, I can rearrange my bags so I’m not carrying too much equipment with me at once.
We headed from Pireaus (via the metro) to the center of Athens, near Plaka, to have lunch. Lunch was mediocre, but it was a fun experience at a café. No big deal. I ordered the Greek Salad, because WHY NOT, right? Turns out it’s not really what we expect as salad as Americans, it was a few (like 3) leaves of lettuce, onions, olives, a brick of Feta, which I love, but mostly cucumbers and tomatoes. I don’t really care for either of the latter, but I did enjoy my olives and feta with 3 leaves of lettuce.
After lunch, we decided to try to go to the Acropolis. What a flippin’ adventure. Since we were on the side of it, instead of trying to find the actual entrance, we ended up going through tiny walkways between people’s front doors with signs that said “Acropolis -->”. Finally we got so miffed with ourselves (because we were so hot and tired of carrying my dang bags) that we decided to go back down and try to find the actual entrance. Even after that we still didn’t make it to the top. Instead, we chose to go to the Acropolis Museum which had two main benefits: a bathroom and air conditioning. Nathan wasn’t felling so hot so we hung out there, walked around a bit and just tried to relax. After we decided to get out of there, we found our way to a metro stop and hopped on the metro to bring us back to Pireaus. So that leaves me here, sitting, in an open door café, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for our boat to take us to Sifnos. Just get me to an island already!
Nathan and I are in Athens! We arrived this morning bright and early at 8:10, a whopping hour ahead of schedule. Usually, I’m all about being early on a flight, however, when you already have a 10 hour layover in an unfamiliar city with a very unfamiliar language, I’d have preferred to get an extra hour of sleep on the plane. Albeit we were in business class, so we got to lie down for the whole trip, it’s nothing compared to a real bed.
We each slept, probably not as long as we had hoped to rest, but at least we weren’t wide awake all night. Breakfast came way too early for us today, it was served to us somewhere around 1 a.m. our time.
Since we didn’t have any plans for today, and we had endless hours to spend, we decided to go the tourist route. We bussed it over to Pireaus port, checked our suitcases into a pretty sketchy “baggage check” and hit the road. Since I have way too much camera stuff here with me, I was rolling my big black bag and my medium camera bag around the city of Athens. The light at the end of THAT tunnel is that once we finally get situated in Sifnos tonight, I can rearrange my bags so I’m not carrying too much equipment with me at once.
We headed from Pireaus (via the metro) to the center of Athens, near Plaka, to have lunch. Lunch was mediocre, but it was a fun experience at a café. No big deal. I ordered the Greek Salad, because WHY NOT, right? Turns out it’s not really what we expect as salad as Americans, it was a few (like 3) leaves of lettuce, onions, olives, a brick of Feta, which I love, but mostly cucumbers and tomatoes. I don’t really care for either of the latter, but I did enjoy my olives and feta with 3 leaves of lettuce.
After lunch, we decided to try to go to the Acropolis. What a flippin’ adventure. Since we were on the side of it, instead of trying to find the actual entrance, we ended up going through tiny walkways between people’s front doors with signs that said “Acropolis -->”. Finally we got so miffed with ourselves (because we were so hot and tired of carrying my dang bags) that we decided to go back down and try to find the actual entrance. Even after that we still didn’t make it to the top. Instead, we chose to go to the Acropolis Museum which had two main benefits: a bathroom and air conditioning. Nathan wasn’t felling so hot so we hung out there, walked around a bit and just tried to relax. After we decided to get out of there, we found our way to a metro stop and hopped on the metro to bring us back to Pireaus. So that leaves me here, sitting, in an open door café, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for our boat to take us to Sifnos. Just get me to an island already!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sappiness
Oh I've been feeling pretty guilty about our impending trip to Greece (however once I'm on the plane ready to fly out of MCO those feelings will be squashed by a mimosa in First Class! ;) ). James has decided in the last few days to get sappy on me. From telling me at bed time, "Mom, I REALLY need you. I really NEED you!" and "I want you to always be with me". Then yesterday in the car on the way home from school he said, "Mom... I really have to tell you something."
"Ok? What is it James?" I said for about the bazillionth time not expecting anything but the standard car talk.
"I really love you," he said in the most sincere quietest voice ever.
"Oh honey, thank you! That was really sweet, James!" I said back.
GAAAAAAAH! How am I supposed to NOT melt?
He and Kaitlyn are watching Wall-E right now and it's at a point where Wall-E and Eva get separated. James is standing at a distance away from the TV because he got scared, ran away, and then came back to watch. He muttered, fighting back the tears, "I really hope they are going to be friends forever!"
"Ok? What is it James?" I said for about the bazillionth time not expecting anything but the standard car talk.
"I really love you," he said in the most sincere quietest voice ever.
"Oh honey, thank you! That was really sweet, James!" I said back.
GAAAAAAAH! How am I supposed to NOT melt?
He and Kaitlyn are watching Wall-E right now and it's at a point where Wall-E and Eva get separated. James is standing at a distance away from the TV because he got scared, ran away, and then came back to watch. He muttered, fighting back the tears, "I really hope they are going to be friends forever!"
Books a million
I have found Kaitlyn with books in her bed for the last few nights. Usually I can hear the ruckus and I go in there and take them away and tell her, "Kaitlyn, NO books in bed." Sometimes that does the trick, other times, it does not. Last night, I told her, "Kaitlyn, if you get out of bed and go get books, I'm going to take Lovie away." I didn't hear anything else from her (she's got a cold and I figured she'd be out in a flash) so I figured she was out. When I checked on her at 9:30 before heading to my own bed, I found her, little Kaitlyn, surrounded by a sea of books. Not one or two, but TWELVE books. I piled them all up and went over to her book case and it looked like she had taken almost all of her books out of the book case and spread them all over the floor. Now how did I NOT hear that?!?! I giggled pretty hard when I saw the sea of books in her bed, but still, a bit perplexed that I hadn't heard her get out of bed, go to her book case and spill all the books.
I told Nathan about this little experience when I came back downstairs, and he said to me, "She's stealthy! Have you ever thought that maybe she doesn't get out of bed? That she reaches over her foot board and into the book case and and just pulls?" Oooooooh... good point. I'm going to have to clarify my words when I tell her that she's not allowed to get out of bed to get her books. Sigh. She's TWO and already outsmarting me. Nathan and I are in trouble. :)
After I checked on Kaitlyn, I checked on James. He was asleep, but Al Bundy style. His diaper was almost pushed all the way off of his bottom. I am thankful I checked on him rather than just assuming he was okay. We would have had a mess! I took him to the potty, got him diapered up again and put back in bed. I'm not even sure he was awake at all.
We have tried the Pull Ups for James at night. Yes, the NIGHT TIME pull ups, and have not had any success. They leak like crazy, or they just don't hold enough. James has always stockpiled his wee wee for during the night, even when we make him go before he gets into bed, AND at like 10:30 before we go to bed too. So now he's back into Overnights. Sigh. We'll get passed it someday.
I told Nathan about this little experience when I came back downstairs, and he said to me, "She's stealthy! Have you ever thought that maybe she doesn't get out of bed? That she reaches over her foot board and into the book case and and just pulls?" Oooooooh... good point. I'm going to have to clarify my words when I tell her that she's not allowed to get out of bed to get her books. Sigh. She's TWO and already outsmarting me. Nathan and I are in trouble. :)
After I checked on Kaitlyn, I checked on James. He was asleep, but Al Bundy style. His diaper was almost pushed all the way off of his bottom. I am thankful I checked on him rather than just assuming he was okay. We would have had a mess! I took him to the potty, got him diapered up again and put back in bed. I'm not even sure he was awake at all.
We have tried the Pull Ups for James at night. Yes, the NIGHT TIME pull ups, and have not had any success. They leak like crazy, or they just don't hold enough. James has always stockpiled his wee wee for during the night, even when we make him go before he gets into bed, AND at like 10:30 before we go to bed too. So now he's back into Overnights. Sigh. We'll get passed it someday.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
James is ready...
to go see Grandma Marilyn in Iowa with his "suiscase" and his sword. What else do you need??? ;)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Where did we put those onesies?
Sigh. I went upstairs last night to check on the kids before turning in and found Kaitlyn's bare bottom staring me in the face again when I opened her door. Only this time, she had peed in her diaper and THEN had taken it off. Still, no mess in the bed (that I noticed anyway) thank goodness.
When James was about Kaitlyn's age, we had to start putting him to bed in 24 month onesies. This was to fix the problem of his little hands going into his diaper and pointing his penis UP by accident. When he would go potty, it would come right out out the top of the diaper instead of being absorbed. Now I think we're going to have to do the same trick with Kaitlyn, only to keep her from taking her diaper off!
When James was about Kaitlyn's age, we had to start putting him to bed in 24 month onesies. This was to fix the problem of his little hands going into his diaper and pointing his penis UP by accident. When he would go potty, it would come right out out the top of the diaper instead of being absorbed. Now I think we're going to have to do the same trick with Kaitlyn, only to keep her from taking her diaper off!
Friday, August 21, 2009
... and then there were tears.
Kaitlyn cried when I dropped her off at school today (this was her second day). I think on the first day she was clueless as to what was happening when Mrs. Stoner was taking her out of the car, but today she understood that she'd be taken away from her Mommy. It broke my heart. However, the reassuring nature of Mrs. House carrying her to her classroom made me feel better. Before I drove out of the Methodist driveway, I already had my music turned up. :)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
First Two Days of School
James and Kaitlyn started school this week. James got to go on Monday and Kaitlyn went today.
James first day went off without a hitch. I didn't expect any problems, and didn't have any either. :) He said he had a lot of fun! Big surprise. Ha.
My sweet baby girl. It was her first day of school EVER. I was nervous about dropping Kaitlyn off at school today, but James and I talked to her the whole time we were on our way there. I asked James to tell Kaitlyn that a teacher would come get her out of the car and walk her to her classroom. She seemed to be okay with it, and to my surprise, there were NO tears when I dropped her off. I think it has helped by her see James go all last year and then me explaining the drop off process to her about 10 times. I didn't cry either. Ha. I was almost teary-eyed after I drove through the loop to pick her up. She looked so happy, and she's such a big girl now!
My only problem I have with the pick up situation at the school is now I have to wait through two carpool lines. One to pick up James since he waits on the side of the school, and one for Kaitlyn, since she waits on the carpool loop. Sigh. Last year they had major traffic issues with the Winter Park police department threatening to shut down the school if they didn't do something about the traffic jam at pick up time. Their solution was to put kids on different sides of the school... Pre-K and K on the North side, and 3's and under on the carpool loop side. Whatever. I'll deal with it. I love that school so much, I'll sit in traffic twice a week for 20 minutes. :)
James on Monday, his official first day of school at the Methodist School!
James sits with Kaitlyn for a photo of her first day of school EVER at The Methodist School for Early Education.
James first day went off without a hitch. I didn't expect any problems, and didn't have any either. :) He said he had a lot of fun! Big surprise. Ha.
My sweet baby girl. It was her first day of school EVER. I was nervous about dropping Kaitlyn off at school today, but James and I talked to her the whole time we were on our way there. I asked James to tell Kaitlyn that a teacher would come get her out of the car and walk her to her classroom. She seemed to be okay with it, and to my surprise, there were NO tears when I dropped her off. I think it has helped by her see James go all last year and then me explaining the drop off process to her about 10 times. I didn't cry either. Ha. I was almost teary-eyed after I drove through the loop to pick her up. She looked so happy, and she's such a big girl now!
My only problem I have with the pick up situation at the school is now I have to wait through two carpool lines. One to pick up James since he waits on the side of the school, and one for Kaitlyn, since she waits on the carpool loop. Sigh. Last year they had major traffic issues with the Winter Park police department threatening to shut down the school if they didn't do something about the traffic jam at pick up time. Their solution was to put kids on different sides of the school... Pre-K and K on the North side, and 3's and under on the carpool loop side. Whatever. I'll deal with it. I love that school so much, I'll sit in traffic twice a week for 20 minutes. :)
James on Monday, his official first day of school at the Methodist School!
James sits with Kaitlyn for a photo of her first day of school EVER at The Methodist School for Early Education.Wii Tennis Videos
Watch this video of James playing Wii Tennis. It's so funny! He just keeps swinging and whaddyaknow... he hits the ball! Sometimes... :) Nevermind the tantrum by Miss Kaitlyn.
Narration by Kaitlyn: :)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
It's a school night!
James starts school tomorrow! He will be in Mrs. Roach's class with a few friends that he's had before in his classes. Walker, Jacob, and Sarah were in his 3s class, and his friend Ryan had been his twos class. I'm hesitant only because he'll be going a lot more this year. Last year he went 3 days a week, and this year he'll be going all 5 days. On Wednesday, and maybe Monday, he'll be staying for "Afternoon Enrichment" and will be introduced to Spanish. He is on the waiting list for the class on Monday, which is Drama. Jesus, God and the Holy Spirit all know that James is supposed to be in Drama at some point in his lifetime, so hopefully this will be his entrance.
This afternoon, while Kaitlyn was taking her nap, James decided to ask us: "You know what we haven't had in a very long time?" Pause... "Candy!" Nathan and I had a pretty good chuckle at that, but laughed even harder when he asked Daddy if he knew what was inside the M&M he was eating. He bit into one and showed Nathan and said, "Candy!" We laughed more and told him that it was actually chocolate.
I decided to take the kids shopping this afternoon, so at 3 PM when Kaitlyn still wasn't awake from her nap, I went upstairs to wake her up. Apparently the monitors were off, I had turned one off due to some majorly annoying interference from the neighbors somewhere, and Nathan had turned off the one in the bedroom when he slept in this morning. So, when I went up there, and had thought she was still sleeping, she was not. In fact, when I went into her room, she told me, "Changed my diaper, Mommy." Huh? I didn't really get it... and she was pointing down in between where her bed butts up to the wall and the wall. There is about a 1.5 inch gap that is impossible to get rid of due to the wood frame that holds the mattress. I, stupidly, for a minute, thought that she was asking me to change her diaper, when in fact, she had done what she had said she did. She had taken her diaper off, and smashed it down through the crack and on to the floor. I about panicked when I went to "change" her and found a bare bottom under her dress. Thank GOODNESS she hadn't gone to the bathroom at ALL. Whew. That could have been tragic.
James really didn't want to go shopping today, and told me that he didn't want to go. He's been playing with his "Rescue Pack" (from Go Diego Go) a lot lately, and he decided that it would be fun for Rescue Pack to go with us in the car (cringe). Rescue Pack sings. Yes, sings... a very annoying song that most mothers (especially Aunt Beth :) ) can't stand. So... I figured, whatever... if he's happy with Rescue Pack and he'll go shopping then so be it. Pick your battles. BUT, then I told him, "James, if you bring Rescue Pack in the car, you can't play his song while I'm driving because it'll distract me, okay?" He nodded, no problem with that, he understood.
I got the car started and the kids strapped in, and when I sat in the driver's seat ready to put my seat belt on, James pushed Rescue Pack's button and he started his annoying song. I looked back at James and he said, "We're not driving yet so I can play the song." OOOOOH NO. He's already turning into his FATHER! :)
We started our shopping at Babies R Us, no big deal, got some diapers and some new jammies that were on clearance for the kids. Then we hiked over to Old Navy (with the kids in the Babies R Us cart, because I don't care), and shopped for a while there for new clothes for ME. Not them. I was able to pull off having them in the cart for a while, until James wanted go see the doggie with the button. ??? I don't know... but we did find a doggie on a bench with a button that you push and he talks. Good memory, James.
They were troopers the whole way through, and I even had them looking at books when I was in the dressing room trying on clothes. Everything was great, really. So when James was begging me to be able to get a toy out of the "bubble gum" style machine, I said yes and gave them both a quarter. Thankfully, they had two kinds of machines. One was the kind that sold the really small things that are chocking hazards, and the other had bouncy balls. Perfect! I thought.
As soon as I told James he could get one, he was pointing at the orange one saying that he wanted that one. I tried to explain the "unpredictability" of the whole thing and then just pulled the Mrs. Wilhite line (teacher of 3s at Methodist). I told them "You get what you get and you don't cry a bit." James went first, put his quarter in and turned the knob and out came a blue bouncy ball! So exciting! Little did we know that when Kaitlyn would take her turn she'd get GREEN of all colors. Oh NO. Kaitlyn surprised me and asked James if he wanted the green one, and when he said yes and thank you, Kaitlyn decided that she didn't really want the blue one. So then she threw it and it bounced away about 10 feet into a corner. Sigh. I thought we were going to have a tantrum but Kaitlyn actually got a hold of herself and was happy with the blue ball. Whew.
As if I thought I hadn't had enough, I took the kids to Dillard's after that so I could take advantage of the Estee Lauder bonus gift. Silly me, I even picked up a few dresses to try on. After I had paid for my stuff at the Estee Lauder counter, I hauled the kids back to the dressing room to try on the dresses.
It's amazing what kids find to entertain themselves while in the dressing room with Mommy. James found one of those sticky papers from the lint roller on the floor and was treating it like it was the best toy you could find EVER. So naturally, Kaitlyn wanted it. There was a struggle, there was crying, there was a bit of screaming, and there was a naught spot time out for Kaitlyn. All in all, 10 minutes later, out we walked with no new dresses for Mommy, and a sticky piece of paper... oh, and a bag full of Estee Lauder goodies. :)
I just realized that I've been in a bad habit of waiting for lots of things to write about before I blog, so they are getting a bit long. Oops. Sorry. I hope no one cares.
Now that the kids were hungry and I had gotten my goodies from Dillard's, I figured that it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if the kids and I got some dinner while we were out. Nathan was out watching the golf tourney anyway, so he wasn't home. I asked James what he wanted for dinner and he said, "Pizza!" Of course.
There is a Pizza Hut really close to the mall that we had been to, so we headed over there. In my head I was envisioning the old style pizza restaurant that had the big buffet of pizza, a huge salad bar for those watching their weight (ahem), a lot of kids with their parents and lots of laughter and fun had by all. Boy was I wrong. Times have changed.
There was one waiter for the entire restaurant that was about the size of the smallest McDonald's you've ever seen. There was NO salad bar, no pizza buffet, and to top it all off, WEIRD poor trashy people. Ha ha.
We sat next to a table of 6. There was one father with two older sons. The oldest son smelled like big cigarette and was with a girlfriend who had REALLY bad teeth, blue hair, a baseball cap and a necklace with a skull on it. The "middle" child, a boy about the age of 12, looked exactly like his father, surprisingly very cute, but at one point slapped the older brother in the head. The "youngest" was a little sweet skinny little baby named Destiny. Clearly the baby daddy was the daddy of them all, but the woman was no way old enough to be the mother of the other two boys. At one point, while my kids were coloring and playing with their papers, I looked over to the daddy (wearing a Mt. Dew shirt) who was letting the baby suck on a straw full of soda. SICK. I mean really, people... what are you THINKING? The worst part is that the whole time I was there I was worried that they were looking at ME and judging ME because my kids were talking loudly and not sitting still. Oh how distorted.
Oh, and when we got our Thin and Crispy pizza, it was cold. Awesome.
I had better get to bed... it's a school night!
This afternoon, while Kaitlyn was taking her nap, James decided to ask us: "You know what we haven't had in a very long time?" Pause... "Candy!" Nathan and I had a pretty good chuckle at that, but laughed even harder when he asked Daddy if he knew what was inside the M&M he was eating. He bit into one and showed Nathan and said, "Candy!" We laughed more and told him that it was actually chocolate.
I decided to take the kids shopping this afternoon, so at 3 PM when Kaitlyn still wasn't awake from her nap, I went upstairs to wake her up. Apparently the monitors were off, I had turned one off due to some majorly annoying interference from the neighbors somewhere, and Nathan had turned off the one in the bedroom when he slept in this morning. So, when I went up there, and had thought she was still sleeping, she was not. In fact, when I went into her room, she told me, "Changed my diaper, Mommy." Huh? I didn't really get it... and she was pointing down in between where her bed butts up to the wall and the wall. There is about a 1.5 inch gap that is impossible to get rid of due to the wood frame that holds the mattress. I, stupidly, for a minute, thought that she was asking me to change her diaper, when in fact, she had done what she had said she did. She had taken her diaper off, and smashed it down through the crack and on to the floor. I about panicked when I went to "change" her and found a bare bottom under her dress. Thank GOODNESS she hadn't gone to the bathroom at ALL. Whew. That could have been tragic.
James really didn't want to go shopping today, and told me that he didn't want to go. He's been playing with his "Rescue Pack" (from Go Diego Go) a lot lately, and he decided that it would be fun for Rescue Pack to go with us in the car (cringe). Rescue Pack sings. Yes, sings... a very annoying song that most mothers (especially Aunt Beth :) ) can't stand. So... I figured, whatever... if he's happy with Rescue Pack and he'll go shopping then so be it. Pick your battles. BUT, then I told him, "James, if you bring Rescue Pack in the car, you can't play his song while I'm driving because it'll distract me, okay?" He nodded, no problem with that, he understood.
I got the car started and the kids strapped in, and when I sat in the driver's seat ready to put my seat belt on, James pushed Rescue Pack's button and he started his annoying song. I looked back at James and he said, "We're not driving yet so I can play the song." OOOOOH NO. He's already turning into his FATHER! :)
We started our shopping at Babies R Us, no big deal, got some diapers and some new jammies that were on clearance for the kids. Then we hiked over to Old Navy (with the kids in the Babies R Us cart, because I don't care), and shopped for a while there for new clothes for ME. Not them. I was able to pull off having them in the cart for a while, until James wanted go see the doggie with the button. ??? I don't know... but we did find a doggie on a bench with a button that you push and he talks. Good memory, James.
They were troopers the whole way through, and I even had them looking at books when I was in the dressing room trying on clothes. Everything was great, really. So when James was begging me to be able to get a toy out of the "bubble gum" style machine, I said yes and gave them both a quarter. Thankfully, they had two kinds of machines. One was the kind that sold the really small things that are chocking hazards, and the other had bouncy balls. Perfect! I thought.
As soon as I told James he could get one, he was pointing at the orange one saying that he wanted that one. I tried to explain the "unpredictability" of the whole thing and then just pulled the Mrs. Wilhite line (teacher of 3s at Methodist). I told them "You get what you get and you don't cry a bit." James went first, put his quarter in and turned the knob and out came a blue bouncy ball! So exciting! Little did we know that when Kaitlyn would take her turn she'd get GREEN of all colors. Oh NO. Kaitlyn surprised me and asked James if he wanted the green one, and when he said yes and thank you, Kaitlyn decided that she didn't really want the blue one. So then she threw it and it bounced away about 10 feet into a corner. Sigh. I thought we were going to have a tantrum but Kaitlyn actually got a hold of herself and was happy with the blue ball. Whew.
As if I thought I hadn't had enough, I took the kids to Dillard's after that so I could take advantage of the Estee Lauder bonus gift. Silly me, I even picked up a few dresses to try on. After I had paid for my stuff at the Estee Lauder counter, I hauled the kids back to the dressing room to try on the dresses.
It's amazing what kids find to entertain themselves while in the dressing room with Mommy. James found one of those sticky papers from the lint roller on the floor and was treating it like it was the best toy you could find EVER. So naturally, Kaitlyn wanted it. There was a struggle, there was crying, there was a bit of screaming, and there was a naught spot time out for Kaitlyn. All in all, 10 minutes later, out we walked with no new dresses for Mommy, and a sticky piece of paper... oh, and a bag full of Estee Lauder goodies. :)
I just realized that I've been in a bad habit of waiting for lots of things to write about before I blog, so they are getting a bit long. Oops. Sorry. I hope no one cares.
Now that the kids were hungry and I had gotten my goodies from Dillard's, I figured that it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if the kids and I got some dinner while we were out. Nathan was out watching the golf tourney anyway, so he wasn't home. I asked James what he wanted for dinner and he said, "Pizza!" Of course.
There is a Pizza Hut really close to the mall that we had been to, so we headed over there. In my head I was envisioning the old style pizza restaurant that had the big buffet of pizza, a huge salad bar for those watching their weight (ahem), a lot of kids with their parents and lots of laughter and fun had by all. Boy was I wrong. Times have changed.
There was one waiter for the entire restaurant that was about the size of the smallest McDonald's you've ever seen. There was NO salad bar, no pizza buffet, and to top it all off, WEIRD poor trashy people. Ha ha.
We sat next to a table of 6. There was one father with two older sons. The oldest son smelled like big cigarette and was with a girlfriend who had REALLY bad teeth, blue hair, a baseball cap and a necklace with a skull on it. The "middle" child, a boy about the age of 12, looked exactly like his father, surprisingly very cute, but at one point slapped the older brother in the head. The "youngest" was a little sweet skinny little baby named Destiny. Clearly the baby daddy was the daddy of them all, but the woman was no way old enough to be the mother of the other two boys. At one point, while my kids were coloring and playing with their papers, I looked over to the daddy (wearing a Mt. Dew shirt) who was letting the baby suck on a straw full of soda. SICK. I mean really, people... what are you THINKING? The worst part is that the whole time I was there I was worried that they were looking at ME and judging ME because my kids were talking loudly and not sitting still. Oh how distorted.
Oh, and when we got our Thin and Crispy pizza, it was cold. Awesome.
I had better get to bed... it's a school night!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Kaitlyn graduates her Safe Start refresher course
Kaitlyn has been taking swim lessons from Ms. Denise Parker at the Crosby YMCA for the past month. It's a "class" that's only supposed to last two to three weeks, but due to illnesses, rescheduling stuff, etc. it has lasted about a month. This video is from Wednesday, when she got to swim in her "summer" clothing. She finished with her last lesson this morning. She's such a good swimmer now! :) Good job Kaitlyn! Now we just have to get in to the bath tub, er, I mean pool we have out back and practice.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
KCK, like they call it on the news.
I flew to Kansas City at the crack of dawn last Friday for my friend Brian's wedding. He's a great friend of mine, and has been since my early college years. He's one of those friends that you can go for three years without talking to, but when you do, it's right back to where you left off. Usually involving sarcasm on his part. Ha.
Brian, Brandon, Lucas and Joe are all from Winterset, Iowa, and when I first met Lucas in English class in 1996 at ISU, I met Joe, Brandon and Brain soon after. I spent a lot of time with these guys in college at the (they were all Sig Eps), probably too much, but we have been friends ever since and have now seen each other through living abroad, long relationships, weddings, etc. It's fun to be able to see these guys, too bad it's only once in a while! Too bad, too, that I accidentally drank a bit too much Chardonnay. OOPS. Ha.
I also got to catch up with the Redstone family on Saturday. It was so much fun to be able to see their house, see those kids (growing like WEEDS), and catch up with Troy and Kristalynn. We had a great dinner and I learned a lot about gardening and compost piles. ;) Ha ha, no really, we had a very nice time chatting. I even got to help with one of their Mac problems, so I felt pretty important. I think I earned my dinner. ;)
Here are some pictures from the wedding. I was happy to be without the kids for the weekend, but really missed Nathan (well of course I missed my kids too, you know what I mean ;) ). I didn't even bless the dance floor with my presence until the traditional interlocking swaying circle of Sig Eps and friends for "Piano Man" by Billy Joel.
Best wishes to Brian and Laura as they begin their journey as a married couple. Cheers! Hint: avoid too much Chardonnay. Ha.
Me with Lucas and Chrissy. Such a fun couple!
Me and Mike Stitt.
Me, Brandon and Rick.
Me and Mr. Brian Tadlock minus his bride. Where was Laura anyway? :)
Me and Joe. He's CRAZY. Ha.
Two of most favorite people ever, Lucas and Joe.
Brian, Brandon, Lucas and Joe are all from Winterset, Iowa, and when I first met Lucas in English class in 1996 at ISU, I met Joe, Brandon and Brain soon after. I spent a lot of time with these guys in college at the (they were all Sig Eps), probably too much, but we have been friends ever since and have now seen each other through living abroad, long relationships, weddings, etc. It's fun to be able to see these guys, too bad it's only once in a while! Too bad, too, that I accidentally drank a bit too much Chardonnay. OOPS. Ha.
I also got to catch up with the Redstone family on Saturday. It was so much fun to be able to see their house, see those kids (growing like WEEDS), and catch up with Troy and Kristalynn. We had a great dinner and I learned a lot about gardening and compost piles. ;) Ha ha, no really, we had a very nice time chatting. I even got to help with one of their Mac problems, so I felt pretty important. I think I earned my dinner. ;)
Here are some pictures from the wedding. I was happy to be without the kids for the weekend, but really missed Nathan (well of course I missed my kids too, you know what I mean ;) ). I didn't even bless the dance floor with my presence until the traditional interlocking swaying circle of Sig Eps and friends for "Piano Man" by Billy Joel.
Best wishes to Brian and Laura as they begin their journey as a married couple. Cheers! Hint: avoid too much Chardonnay. Ha.
Me with Lucas and Chrissy. Such a fun couple! 
Me and Mike Stitt.
Me, Brandon and Rick.
Me and Mr. Brian Tadlock minus his bride. Where was Laura anyway? :)
Me and Joe. He's CRAZY. Ha.
Two of most favorite people ever, Lucas and Joe.
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