Hello everyone... it's Josh making a guest appearance on the blog. Don't get used to it, I'm only here because Karen thinks I'll remember more about Greece than she will. Maybe it's because of all the exotic Mojitos she drank while there. And, since Greece isn't well known for their beer... here it goes.
Karen left for Greece 10 days or so before I did, so I could show-up and take a quick trip around the country with her. I spent a few months planning our travels and the day before I left my computer crashed before I had a chance to print any of our itineraries, travel reservations or hotel reservations and this was a complicated one including planes, boats, four-wheelers and rental cars with (3) different hotels. How could I be stressed though... I was on my way to Greece to be with my wife!
I came through airport security in Mykonos to see my wonderful wife, tanner than I had ever seen her wearing a small white dress and pointing a camera at me. I should have turned it around and got a few of her. Somewhere between San Francisco, London and Athens my bags forgot to get onto the plane, so I showed-up with the clothes I was wearing and one change in my backpack. We would be moving all over the country in the next few days so I figured the chance of ever seeing my bag again was slim... but I was in Greece with my wife! Karen took me to the hotel where she had been teaching and introduced me to a few of her friends. We ate and drank and were merry. Finished the night enjoying the cool breeze overlooking the Aegean sea. Not sure why that guy is staring at me in the photo, but it freaks-me-out a bit.
The next day karen showed me around Mykonos before we boarded a "sweet" ferry to Santorini. The first of many self-portraits.
The "sweet" ferry... a hydrofoil named the Flyingcat3 does something like 70mph through the Aegean. Karen spent the trip sleeping and I spent the trip drinking Heinekens and trying to remember the names of the Hotels and travel reservation details.
We arrived in Santorini and were immediatley bombarded by locals trying to give us "cheap" rides to our hotel which I kind of knew the name of and remembered what it looked like from the picture. It was white with blue trim... #*?! , all the hotels were white with blue trim! I was hoping there would be somebody waiting at the ferry with a big "Downs" sign, but no luck there either. Karen kept her cool while I didn't and encouraged me not to meet the Santorini cops and not to rent a car from a very good salesman. Nonetheless we miracously found somebody waiting for us and got a ride to the hotel. There was a porter (I think that's what they're called) that wanted to carry our bags down a 1/4 mile of stairs to the hotel, but there was no way I was letting another dude carry Karen's bags. And, yes, as you can tell from the picture... some of the porters are donkeys.
Santorini was by far my favorite place in Greece... for many reasons. The hotel was absolutely wonderful. It overlooked the Aegean and a dormant volcano which the sun sets into every night to the cheers of everyone on the island. While checking in at the hotel I noticed a bag in the corner that looked just like mine, wait a minute, it was mine. How it got there I have no idea nor did the people at the hotel. Everything was good... I was in Greece with my absolutely wonderful wife.
Santorini has an abundance of cool places to eat, drink and...
... get strangers to take horribly out of focus pictures for you. If I remember correctly this picture was taken by the owner of a restaurant that wouldn't leave us alone about eating at his place. The fact that he was infatuated with my wife was funny at first, but quickly got irritating.
This picture is of some guy that looks a lot like me, but poses real corny for his wife. Hey, I'm just writing the story, not choosing the pics.
That's a picture of the same guy that looks like me, but has a really weird picture taking stance.
Told you there was an abundance of bad photos from others. Guess Santorini doesn't know about www.snapshotsofagoodlife.com?
Karen makes photos of me look way better when she is in them, eh?
We rented a four-wheeler for dirt cheap, but realized we wouldn't make it to the gas station because the owner who requires you bring it back full, then siphons the gas and sells it got a bit over zealous. I talked him into a splash of gas and we were off.
Driving in Greece is crazy... driving a four-wheeler in Greece is insane! The, A bus passed us next to a cliff around a blind corner kinda crazy. When I returned the four-wheeler I left Karen at the hotel and figured the owner would bring me back to the hotel in his car. I was wrong. He decided to use the four-wheeler to take me back... him driving and me holding-on through the crowds of Santorini. It was memorable.
Waiting for the world famous Santorini sunset! Maybe God delivered my bags to the hotel?
See all the white hotels with blue trim I was talking about? Also see all the people up on the ruins waiting for the sunset?
Yeah, baby. That's one of those exotic Mojitos I was talking about. I love everything about that pic! We had dinner and watched our first Santorini sunset at the first retaurant that said they could make a Mojito.
See how much better she makes me look?
The morning after. Karen was just getting excited about running, so after breakfeast we rode to a remote part of the island and did exactly that. By the way... Greek island breakfeasts are great!
On our way to what we thought was a cool old church that turned out to be an active crematory (by active I mean smoking) we came across this old gate in the ditch. Karen wanted it and I wanted it for her, but the thought of smuggling a hundred pound steel gate out of the country was daunting.
The ruins on the highest peak of Santorini. Getting there tested my Greek four-wheeling abilities and I'm not sure that Karen realized her life was at risk the entire trip up the mountain.
If you don't know Karen then you have no idea why table number four is such a big deal. This table overlooks what at the time of the photo we had no idea was a nude beach.
Our nude feet! I think the Corona commercial guys might have stolen this photo.
We swam in the Aegean which is way-cool because the salt content is so high that you can float effortlessly. We spent a lot of time in the water splashing around like little kids and before we knew we were 100 yards or so out at sea.
Wait, I think this might be the restaurant with the owner who hit on my wife.
Are those people in the lower left of the photo wearing robes?
That's it for Wonderful Santorini. I want to go back right now. Karen, I need inspiration. You're wonderful and I Love You like Crazy.
BTW - This post was way funny before Karen edited it.
A note from Karen...
2. The dress was gray, and it went past my knees.
3. I only made two minor edits to keep things PG.