Well, today was the day. We had to say goodbye to our home away from home and I hate goodbyes more than most. I didn't want to return home without being able to say that I watched the sunrise from the beach of Kamari. So what did we do? We stayed up the ENTIRE night and waited for the sun to make it's daily appearance. I finally went to bed around 6:30 and then woke up again a couple of hours later and started the day with some cocktail sauce and a side of gyros as well as some souvenir shopping. We said goodbye to some of our favorite places, such as the gelato shop on the corner, christened "the purple and yellow place" because we couldn't say the name and some of the local shop owners.
Having to pack my things was a little more than a battle. Not really caring about mixing dirty and clean clothes, I proceeded to stuff my entire life back in the suitcase. If it doesn't bust open at the seems before I get home, I'm going to walk straight to the laundry room and dump the entire 7000 lbs of crap straight into the washing machine...The poor maid, we left our room in shambles. She's going to wonder who poured sand all over the floor and left random sticks of deoderant, razors, and contact solution behind. Sorry not sorry. Not everything could make the trip back.
After the packing shenanigans, we had to turn our keys in and head for the bus... One by one we gave Peter hugs and boarded the bus. Not going to lie. Being the sappy sap I am, I had to think of puppies and rainbows in order not to drown him in tears... We hit our short flight to Athens for our 9 hour layover and began our journey home. We found a little nook and cranny for all 24 of us to sit with our bags and play cards, read, or do whatever. I'm pretty sure the workers hate us. I was yelled at once for laying on a chair and then we were collectively scolded for moving tables and chairs. No matter the language barrier, there is one thing that is universal and that is a good scolding. I can read a sassy sass from a mile away. To say the least, it's going to be a blessing when we get to board our plane for France....in 5 hours.
I have read to page 8 in the book I bought to replace my broken Kindle, and then I read page 8 no less than 12 times. And guess what, I'm still on page 8. Three hours of sleep and sitting in a crapshoot for a chair can cause severe lack of focus. It's times like these that I'm reminded that my bed is getting closer and closer on the space time continuum and that is roughly the only thing that is keeping me going at this point. Sleeping in my own bed and clean clothes. HOME HOME, I'm headed home.
Sorry for the ramshackle of a post. I'm clearly just trying to stay awake.
Love.
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