He brought his friend this night.
Added some more Banana Hammock Pics. I found some others that I deemed worthy of an entry. Enjoy!
Tried to load my last pictures three times and the server is redirecting me. I will add these pics and the pics from first class when I arrive home! Sorry but I really tried.
Here I am just beginning my flight home. Part of me is really sad to be leaving Greece and part of me is thrilled to be going home. Mixed feelings! And I thought by the end, I would just want to go home. It has been the most amazing experience and words can’t begin to describe what I have felt. It has been the scariest, loneliest and at the same time, marvelous time ever.
I have learned to go without, live in excess and stretch myself. I have ate myself through Greece. I have also sweated myself through Greece. For someone who claims she doesn’t perspire, I can now tell everyone, I did not perspire in Greece, I sweated! Not just a dribble or two, I poured buckets. No “glowing” for this chick, it was the full fledge horse sweat!
I found another Eva restaurant. I didn't go eat in this one. I had already eaten at the port and was on my way back.
My clothes are ready to walk themselves home. I got really tired of the hand washing in the sinks and to be honest with you, I have not had a drain stopper to plug the sink since Santorini, so unless I was going to wash them in the toilet, I had nowhere to do it.
(All of my hotels have not had bathtubs either. So I shutter each time I have to open my suitcase. I am actually very pleased with the clothes I brought. I did very well. Not too many and not too few. In fact, I wouldn’t have traded a thing. I brought the perfect shoes, and the correct number of shirts. The only thing I would change is I would not have brought all white shirts. The sunscreen has turned them yellow and I always look like I am wearing the same clothes. Probably am, as I only brought about 8 outfits and 28 days is a long time. (So yes you keep seeing the same things in pictures.) Okay, so I wasn't perfect. I ran out of dental floss in Athens and my face cleanser spilled all in the ziplock bag. (Thank goodness, I packed everything in those bags).
Wanted to show you what the center of the old towns are like.
What a difference Athens was the second time around. If you remember way back, when I first arrived here, I was so homesick I thought I was going to die.
Honestly, I really didn’t think I could do it. The only thing that made me leave Athens was my dream of getting to Santorini. If I had not always wanted to go to Santorini, I would of changed my flight and come home. But I persevered (with a little help from some good people back home) and I marched forward. Not happily or cheerfully, but forward any way you look at it.
This is a typical house in the old town. See the clothes on the line drying. You see that a lot.
Hitting Crete was still a little tough the first night and there were many tears shed that night as well. Then I started to have the adventures (or misadventures) and the fun began. The Samarian gorge, the skinny dipping (not really I had a thong on), Yummy Yiannis and you know the rest…
Had another “little hiccup” in Santorini after two gin and tonics and two glasses or wine.
Booze does that to me, but again, some great support from some special girls and I was up to kicking butt again. The rest of the month flew by. No more tears from being sad or homesick, just tears from laughing so hard.
Lots of stairs.
So as I was saying, my second time in Athens was very different from the first. I was much more confident and self assured. I had learned lots throughout the journey. I had learned to ask for help. I had learned to ask for directions (more than once if I felt I needed it) and I had learned to trust that I could do it. I have also learned that I am extremely directionally challenged. Maps mean nothing to me. In fact, give me a map and I go in every which direction other than the one I should. This has proven to be quite fun as I end up seeing things I would never had if I had known where and what I was going to see.
The first time in Athens was spent dealing with computer adapter challenges.
I could not focus on anything else. It took two days to resolve, but when fixed, it made my computer entries possible. If it had not been for my blog, I don’t think I would have enjoyed the trip nearly as much. It was through the computer that good friends kept in contact and that I had a voice to tell my stories. You see, I need to talk. I really need to talk. (People who know me are shaking their heads up and down right now) The first ten days of the trip, I did not encouter more than a handful of English speaking people. The last 18 days I encounterred many so isn't it funny how things work out. To be in a foreign country where nobody can speak to you is challenging. For me it was darn near impossible. So through my typing I was talking. Talking to you! That my friends is what has made this trip what it was. Sharing my adventures, my frustrations, my loneliness, the phenomenal sights, the crazy escapades, the cloudless skies and the blue-blue water, has been a blast! Thank you so much for coming along and I hope you have enjoyed my time in Greece as much as I. Hey! And I won an award. I don’t know how I won, but I did. So Yippee!
Trying to find these houses is something else. They all look a like.
Next year Croatia! Or maybe Thailand. Perhaps Italy, Spain, Portugal… the list goes on and on.