Greece Wants to be Finished

Why do I seem to be victimized by technology so much?  I’m no expert, but I’m decently competent with technology, and yet, oh, and yet, it’s always preying on me.  It’s like trying to kill a spider with a feather duster...trying to get my blog site to work, to load pictures...grrr.  And so I growl.  But perhaps I can at least get some of the typing done (while the internet takes a day off and laughs in my face). 

Okay, the current verdict seems to be...make Rebecca load the pictures one at a time.

While on Crete, we took a day trip to Aghia Nikolaos, which is on the east side of Crete.  There was a nice walk along the coast, where we ate our sandwiches and enjoyed the ocean without having to get too close.

From Aghia Nikolaos, we took another bus to Elounda, the peninsula where they used to send leprous people.  Thankfully, it’s just a nice place to walk around now, and I’m pretty sure we discovered Atlantis.

I’d been craving ice cream.  I didn’t think I was, until we almost got some and then didn’t.  A lot of the stores don’t carry ice cream in the winter.  Seriously...it doesn’t get that cold there!  These people have issues.  Anyway, we went to a little restaurant which had big special ice creams.  Not the best ice cream, but it made me happy.

Ah, Heraklion.  We tried so hard to get pictures that made it look like a nice place.  We aimed the camera to avoid the construction and creepy men.  And I believe we succeeded.  Here are some really cool arches that we walked through along the coast to get to our hotel.

Tell me this doesn't look like my kitty.  But don't really tell me that.  Because I know it does.
This was on the island of Syros.  Greece had tons of cats, but this particular area seemed overrun.  Unfortunately, they seem to be bullied by the dog on the left, who unfortunately took it in his head to adopt us.  It was fun on the beach.  Not so fun when he started scaring all the cats away.
Another cannon fiasco.  Here we see that Elizabeth has found more cannons...
...and I don't know where she's gotten to now, but clearly I'm frightened.
This is Ouzo.  It's supposed to be the Greek...I don't know, special drink.  It was nasty!  It was like a cross between black licorice and...nastiness.  Blech.

After surviving the horrible cities of Greece, the islands were a coveted respite.  (Oooh, good words!)  However, with the entire Greek experience a tad bit tainted...well, significantly tainted, even after some great times on the islands I was relieved and excited to get to Turkey.  And so on the island of Chios, we said goodbye to Greece and boarded a ferry that would take us to Cesme...