The best laid plans of mice and men …
(Thanks to my mother only singing the first line of every song ever, that’s all I know of that quote. My brain only holds on to a single sentence of anything.)
We skipped the alarm. We skipped the second alarm too. I don’t think there was a third alarm but we would have skipped that too. It was cool outside and the bedroom window was open, and it was cozy in bed.
We did finally make it out of bed and down into town, and went out by the old windmill ruins on the north side of the island to find a handful of people kitesurfing.
(H used to water ski as a kid and thought it looked fun. I thought it looked less likely than snowboarding to break my legs.)
Buoyed up by a fresh infusion of coffee and adrenline-by-osmosis, we decided why not ride down to the lighthouse after all? We figured we could make it there close to sunset and get some excellent afternoon shots.
More drone footage coming forthwith.
We came back to the cottage before heading back out into town for dinner, opting to forego the usual Greek fast food for good old American hamburgers. I say “good” but they were average at best. I suspect we’ll stick with souvlaki for the rest of our time here.