We had a wonderful week in Paros. It was just magic. Our home by the sea was wonderful - you could see the water from every window in the house. How lucky were we. We would swim and read and sleep and eat and drink and then walk into town to beautiful whitewashed winding alleys and romantic restaurants. Really wonderful.
Paddy and Abbey left on Friday and we must admit we really missed them for the last couple of days we were on Paros. It just didn't seem the same and on Saturday we just lay around and we each nearly read a book. I was reading "Three Cups of Tea", a wonderful book about Greg Mortenson who builds schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan. A really good read. We caught the ferry on Sunday at 6 pm and had a trauma when we got to Athens' port, Piraeus. There were no trains and the taxis were on strike and we waited an hour for a bus to get into town. We finally arrived at our hotel at 3 am and I have been really zonked today. John however keeps powering on = nothing daunts him. He just said, I am in Athens, I can't sit in a room. We have been out most of the day but I have needed a few breaks. Not to worry tomorrow he is taking me to his favourite place in Athens, the Pynx, where you get a spectacular view of the Acropolis. Thanks to Paddy we have a few good tips for restaurants and shopping.
It is interesting to be in Athens again. Last time we were here was with Lanie in 2004. Nothing much has changed though the Greeks seem to be aware that hard times are ahead. It's hot and sunny here. It really is a delightful country and the people are friendly and helpful. We have loved it.
Well, our three months officially comes to an end on Saturday. We can't believe it. We have one day in KL on the way home. We leave here on Wednesday, fly to London, wait for 8 hours, then board our flight to KL on Wednesday night. We get to KL at 7 pm on Thursday night and leave for Brisbane at 9 pm on Friday night. So it will be a big week. We really have had a wonderful time this holiday. It has been very special. Come to think of it, they are all pretty special.
Every time we go away, we seem to get bad news of someone dying. Last time, it was my cousin Leandra. Gerry Dalton has just written to say Fr Michael Morahan, an old school mate and principal of Villanova for many years, died suddenly. So sad and a reminder to us that life is relatively temporary. Somber for my last post.
thanks everyone for following our blog. Hope you have enjoyed reading of our travels. I will leave you with one last photo, the time of which was probably the most special of our holidays. Cheers.