Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying Greece. I’ve wanted to go for so long, it wouldn’t even matter if everything was closed and the sun was behind the clouds forever. I’d still have fun. We landed in Athens, and I was exited to sightsee, and especially happy to be off the plane after a massive nauseous spell due to some mega strong coffee. I stepped out of the airport and breathed some of the not-so-fresh Athens air and started trying to find soil. I wasn’t ready to say that I was in Greece until I stepped onto Greek dirt. It took me awhile, but I found some. When we arrived at our place, I was impressed (Way to splurge, dad). I was so exited for my first authentic Greek salad (which is normally eighty percent of my diet). We went to a nice family owned restaurant, ordered way to much food, and managed to eat all of it without feeling bad about ourselves. Seriously though, it was way too good.
Turns out, we were living right near a massive Olympic stadium from… I don’t know a long time ago. History is dad’s department. From the stadium you could see the famous acropolis, atop a massive rocky cliff. The next day that’s where I was, admiring. What a place, the acropolis is. I… can’t even describe it. Pictures can’t, either. The view, the ruins, the flags. There’s nothing like it in the world. Ok Jack, stop bragging. We also did a hop on hop of. Not as good as London of course, but pretty cool. We also visited the massive temple of Zeus. It was reduced to rubble in some places, but considering that it was built… again, ask my dad. Anyway it was super impressive. There were maybe fifteen massive pillars that made me dizzy when I stared at them. What a way to go that would be: boy smushed by a giant pillar. Zeus to blame. Although, I doubt anyone would blame the king of the gods and lightning. He might fry all the wifi. When we left Athens, we had to hop on a ferry and sit still for nine hours. Sounds simple right? Wrong.
We had to get up at seven AM after all. Ya. Ouch. Not exactly my favourite thing in the world. I prefer getting up when the hour ends with PM. Then we had to find the thing. Oh yeah and the one we were supposed to be on? I think Zeus might have fried it. The ticket lady said it had caught on fire two days prior. Curses. But hey, at least we weren’t on board. Nothing quite like a near-disaster, am I right? After hours of running around, weighed down by our stuff, we made it. You know what else made it? Another nausea spell. Yay. Except for this one, I had no where to go for nine hours. I eventually slipped into a uncomfortable coma of a sleep on the dirty floor. When I woke up, we were coming into Crete. After a ridiculously long taxi ride mixed with ridiculously beautiful sights, we arrived in our stunning property, which had a pool in the back just begging to be used. Unfortunately, we would be starting school (yuck) in Greece, which ruined a perfectly good vacation. Not really. But it was a drag.
We were living above a beautiful resort town called Georgioupoli (pronounced Yoryoopolie). One day we ventured down to see the place, and found a nice beach. If you looked out to the point, there was a rocky point with a little white chapel on it. After deciding to walk out to it, we realized that the point was more of a crude pathway that went out pretty far. About halfway out, the sea started crashing on the rocks. (Somehow I got soaked to most). When we went out to the chapel, I had one of the most simple, yet memorable moments in Greece. I sat on the rocks, a beautiful little white church at my back, and I watched the waves crash into the rocks. Beautiful. We were living above a beautiful resort town called Georgioupoli (pronounced Yoryoopolie). One day we ventured down to see the place, and found a nice beach. If you looked out to the point, there was a rocky point with a little white chapel on it. After deciding to walk out to it, we realized that the point was more of a crude pathway that went out pretty far. About halfway out, the sea started crashing on the rocks. (Somehow I got soaked to most). When we went out to the chapel, I had one of the most simple, yet memorable moments in Greece. I sat on the rocks, a beautiful little white church at my back, and I watched the waves crash into the rocks. Beautiful.
Anyway, we were trying to finish the thing for weeks. For one day, we planned to go to an aquarium. After a long misguided drive (courtesy of the navigation system), we made it to our destination. To our surprise, at the back of it there was a little reptile section, where you could, no joke, put a fifty pound python around your neck. Obviously, we all did it. Except for Finn. It was way heavier than it looked, and scary at first, but in the end he was friendly. There were also tortoises, Iguanas, geckos, and vipers. My mom did it, and she’s afraid of snakes, so that’s impressive (If your asked me to put a tarantula on my neck, you can bet that I’ll say no). Anyway, seeing all of the animals was beautiful. And they were all rescues too.
I have to say one of the best things we did in Crete was a waterpark. I mean sure, there are waterparks everywhere, but this one was awesome. There were forty slides at least, and zip lines, and wave pools and things. About twenty minutes in, I was running waist deep in water, with a torrential downpour of water hitting my head and blinding me. At that moment, I sprinted into a pipe. When I opened my eyes, I was on the ground with water up to my neck and a throbbing head. I still managed to enjoy everything, despite a large bump and splitting pain. I did every slide except one, because I have a fear of hurtling at high speeds in a flimsy inner tube down a slippery metal pipe and shooting out the other side, sending me backwards at even higher speeds. Oh yeah and all of this is at like, fifty feet in the air. In other words, I don’t like being high up.
To embrace the inner Greek in us, we went horseback riding. We went on a beautiful trail through the valley and up and down hills. We came to a shimmering lake, bordered by busy restaurants and old little souvenir stores. After that, we rounded along a different trail and watched the sun set and listened to the birds chirp. On our last night in Crete, we went out to a nice little Greek taverna overlooking Georgiopoli. We had salad and souvlaki and even got free ice cream from the chef. It was a lovely way to finish off our time in Greece, even though it was hard to say goodbye to such a beautiful country.