Paros

Sad to say we had our last day laying in the sun. We went to a pretty sweet beach. They had a restaurant, lounge chairs, waiters walking around, umbrellas, and lots of sun. We spent majority of our day here, basking in the heat of the sun. We had lunch and then some beds opened up that we were lucky enough to snatch. It was a beautiful day. Drinks, water, cold cappacino, and ice! Which is a marvellous thing in this heat, but also not seen very often. 

We flip flopped around, went in the ocean, and all in all just enjoyed conversation periodically filled with silence as we lay in peace. Side note, it is hilarious watching people when I order a Greek salad without tomatoes. The reactions are priceless, and never gets old.

 

We long ago dubbed me Canameropean. We of course made this word up but it means I am Canadian, American, and European. Reasons for this have been mentioned all throughout the blogging but here are a few. I certainly have a Canadian accent, this comes out in a few words. Canada being one of them, and then randomly weird sounds happen in how I say something that catches us both off guard. Not to mention I actually am Canadian so there is that. American, well I spell and say things the way Americans do, most often it is the American way. Definitely you must remember the European. My car, our house, Roscoe, just to name a few. It is definitely an accurate way to describe. Canameropean!!!

Moving on. When we were baked, cooked and hydrated enough we headed back to the hotel. Cleaned up, and got ready for dinner. When it came time to choosing a place to eat we decided it was close enough to sunset that we would eat along the shore and watch as the sun went down. Even though the main event was while we were having the last few sips of wine, it was a very lovely meal.

Well sort of. Luke had a very not so lovely looking meal, that was actually rather disgusting. There really isn't much more to say about it other then that. It was stuffed with cheese and tomatoes. For those not catching from the picture below, stuffed calamari. With the tentacles and all. Excuse me while I run to the toilet. I enjoyed a sort of Greek shepards pie. Lamb on the bottom, peas, potatoes and delicious melted cheese baked on top. It was fantastic. 

 

And here is the fire ball setting behind the tip of the island. The pictures go from end to beginning because I was much to tired to switch them all around, so if you want to look at it how we saw it start in the bottom right corner, work to the left, then the next row go back to the right and so on. Oops, but it's late and I'm sleepy. 

 

The real kick in the pants at dinner is to funny not mention in this, but really actually not funny at all. Let me attempt to paint a picture for you. We were sitting at our cute two person table facing the ocean, enjoying the beautiful sunset, sipping on our glasses of wine, looking lovingly into each other's eyes, then back at the sunset. Sounds magical right?

A waitress came up to us and asked me if she could ask me a question and said she may be wrong or right. Thinking to myself, is she gonna ask where I'm from, or my heritage, kind of a weird lead into a question... Nope WRONG! Are you pregnant? . . . My face promptly dropped, responding no. She quickly tried to back track saying I just looked beautifully curly, and placed her hand over her stomach. She apologized then walked away. She came again and apologized.

Still in shock, Luke pissed his pants laughing, grabbing my hand and very quickly following up with something smart and loving. Unfortunately, this wasn't helpful in any way to make me feel better. First of all, no I am certainly not pregnant. Secondly, what does beautifully curly even mean?! Thirdly, is this some messed up compliment on my some how beautifully curly apparent fat stomach? Evidently, I look like a pregnant person, so I guess I gained a lot of weight on this trip. Thanks random Greek waitress lady, really know how to make a person feel special. This was a first.

Even reading this to Luke now, he still thinks it's hilarious, and I still am unimpressed.

After our meal, we left and I got to spend a few minutes complaining about what had just happened. Not entirely sure if I should feel offended, or sad, or what we found a different place to sit for a little bit. We were walking into more city centre where we spent a little time wondering before heading back. This was at our second stop, my camera likes to take blurry pictures that look good on the camera screen and not when downloaded. Also this gem of a shirt for your entertainment. 

 

Now off to bed, early to rise for the long journey to Athens tomorrow. Wow, where did the time go. 

And so the adventure continues...