||[May. 7th, 2016|10:30 pm]
We walked from Fira to Ia on Santorini today, and stopped at this monastery waaayy up on the highest hill to take a picture...
I'll post it on FB and send it to you I think.
It didn't turn out as desired thanks to a certain something that happened.
Greece is great, even though a lot of stuff is much more expensive than it should be for a country in an economic crisis.
The ancient agora and all the ruins in Athens are totally worth it.
The sea was too cold to swim in but I did anyway to get to the "hot" springs. They were actually just lukewarm springs, and filled with brown sediment from the active volcano next to them. But I liked them.
There are black beaches with volcanic stones for sand, and white houses with round roofs that they actually manage to keep clean.
It's much, much cleaner and friendlier than Paris is.
And there are very nice gifts for little girls. VERY nice gifts.
There are also, incidentially, gifts that will require uncle involvement and potentially annoy said uncles.
Also I found kedi.
1. Mangey Kitty. She seemed like she had been ill, but that now someone was taking care of her. It reminded me of Anyan when I first brought her home so I cried. She wasn't really mangey, just skinny.
2. Black Kitty. He's the hotel cat. He follows me around and jumped in the window to snuggle on the bed with me after rolling in chalk and becoming White Kitty.
3. Little Kitty. Really friendly kitty who ran over to meet me every time I passed by and sat on my lap.
4. Sister Kitty. Little Kitty's half blind sister. She took longer to warm up to me and them wanted to follow me home so I had to run away.
They have stray cats here, but they really do take care of them, unlike in Turkey.
If they get sick, you can tell that they're being treated.
It makes me feel a lot better knowing that.
The only thing I hate here is the god damn donkey people.
They sit there near mountains and at the old port and pester you to buy a donkey ride like they were some sort of Turkish or something.
If you don't and just walk up the hill, they steer their donkeys into you.
Also there's donkey poo all over the mountain and Old Port paths.
Stupid ass donkey people. I boycott you!