Yesterday was another glorious 26-hour weekend -- a great meal on Saturday (I have learned to actually enjoy fish), drinks at a seaside club, and then a full day at Chipos on Sunday. I am turning into a stronger, albeit ungainly, swimmer. I even managed to swim to the private beach at Chipos without a flotation device! Olympic team, here I come. Ha.
Since it was such a beautiful day at the beach, about 20 kilometers from the hotel, we were very surprised to return to an overcast gray sky and a beach that looked more like the steely shores of Brighton than our usual pretty Greek beach. By dinner, a veritable monsoon hit, forcing us to eat in the museum and drenching our hallway, laundry and rooms. Actually, I liked it -- 6 weeks without rain seems so odd. Too bad there wasn't a lightening storm to watch.
The down side of the storm is that it knocked out power from the mainland, and by extension, for us. Everything is back to normal now, though. Just another sunny, cool day in paradise.
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in my best clipped Oxford tones...
"Oh, I say quite, quite the steely shores of Brighton, indeed"
or in my native New Yawk
"wadda ya tawkin' about? Dare ain't no steel in da sky at Brighton..a bunch a sand maybe or da delicious aroma of Momma's sausage an' peppa's but no steel. Cheesh, ya let em out a da country an dey get all edjamacated an such"
"next ting ya know she'll be goin on about some spinaker or some such Greek food wid eggs an stuff"
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