Saturday: Today we had planned to go on the Catamaran. It was a boat that went around a portion of the island and went into different coves and stuff. Because of the weather however we decided to drive to the south side of the island and see if it was sunny and walk around the town by this beach. We ate breakfast like usual (I feel I say that everyday, but its part of it I guess) and then loaded up in our different vehicles and headed out. The trip was pretty smooth at first. We stopped at our first gas station (soon to be two more) to get gas and batteries, but then decided not to get gas right away because we would have to wait. So then we kept going and then got low on gas and stopped again for real this time. After we left that gas station I kind of fell asleep a little. I was awakened when I heard an “Oh my goodness that car is going to hit that rock!”... “Wow that barely missed the Cooks car...” And then Michelle Jackson radioed in with a “Holly crap that rock just hit our windshield and there is glass in my lap!” This all happened within like 20 seconds. What started as a smooth ride to the south side of Crete for a walk on the beach quickly turned into a big deal. At first everyone was like wow the whole windshield shattered into their laps, but I was like that couldn’t have happened because they would have like swerved off the road because it would have hit their face and the rock would have hit someone and windshields are really really hard! It turned out I was right and the windshield just had a giant smash in it with cracks going every direction. Thank God that the rock grazed the hood before hitting the windshield or it might have gone right through and hit Mrs. Jackson. Mr. Jackson and Kyle were alright, but Mrs. Jackson had some glass all over her lap. The windshield hadn’t broken, but the glass from the other side fell off. The gas station had an air machine for blowing up tires and Mr. Jackson blew all the glass out of the car. We all had gotten out of our cars and kind of surrounded the Jackson’s car and were trying to decide what to do. My uncle called the insurance company and then the car company and arranged for another car, but someone had to drive the one with the cracked windshield back to the nearest car rental place to trade. They told us that it wasn’t bad enough for it to be too dangerous to drive. So even though the group really didn’t want Mr. Jackson to drive it he said it would be fine and he would just take care of it while we went on. So he left and we all continued on to the beach which was not even 5 minutes away. Talk about everything happening just right... or just wrong. We got to the beach and it wasn’t much different from the weather we had on the north side of the island. We walked into the town and looked around for about 10 minutes and then went somewhere to eat. My uncle and two cousins went to a place to have crepes, but then when we ordered they said they didn’t have any so I just got a milkshake and then went up to the restaurant that everyone else was at and got a pizza. The service there was really nice. I walked in and the guy pulled out a chair for me and then pulled out another chair and said “This for your stuff” and pointed at my backpack and camera. I thought that was funny. The pizza was good, but I was only able to eat half of it. After we ate we walked around the little town and went in and out of the different stores looking at all the various little trinkets and souvenirs. There were two shops that were really cool and both sold pottery. I passed one at the last minute and saw a guy inside making a pot so I walked in. There was a lot of really cool stuff! It’s too bad I didn’t have enough money to get anything. I guess I’ll just have to come back! We all met back at the beach at 4:00 and talked while the Laura, Kerri and Ana walked back. Once we were all there we loaded up and got going again. It was back to the North! About ½ way back we stopped in a little town where we looked around again. We stopped mainly for the bakery and got some Baklava and some 50 cent ice cream. After that stop we drove the rest of the way home and spent some time packing. After packing a little bit I finished a game of 500 that I was playing with my cousin Emily, my uncle Dennie and Zack. Zack and I ended up winning surprisingly! We made plans to eat at a restaurant down on the beach instead of at the hotel. The adults went down to the restaurant/bar a couple of nights to watch soccer and got to know the guy who runs it really well. He was super awesome! When he asked me what I wanted to drink he kind of waved his hand and was like “And you sir, what would you like to drink?” and I said, “I would like a Fanta.” And then he said with a smile, “sounds good to me!”... just the way he approached us and talked with us was very welcoming! We were served bread as a started and then we had Greek salad. Greek salad comes differently, but we had tomatoes, cucumbers, a little bit of lettuce, onions and olives. I was kind of disappointed with the olives... I’m sure they are amazing to the people in Greece, but to me they were very bitter and salty. They were like a step up from green olives. I like the canned ones better J We were then served huge plates of pork. I’m not sure what cut we got... I think it was some of everything. We also had some amazing potatoes that were cooked with olive oil and seasoned. It was a very delicious meal. For dessert we had a coconut cake that was very moist and was soaked in some sort of sauce. And then a very interesting custard like cube. Nobody knew what it was. The best I can describe it is that it was a stiff, lemon flavored custard, that almost had a bread texture... it was very good what ever it was!
After we ate the teenagers walked down to the beach and played around with a soccer ball. Then Ana and Laura and a kid that Ana met at the hotel walked down to the pier. Olivia, Emily and Zack went back to the hotel. Karrie and Kyle stayed on the beach and listened to some music and I walked over to the pier because I felt uncomfortable with the three others being over there when it was dark out with some other strangers sitting in their boats smoking. I wasn’t going to judge, but I wanted to make sure they didn’t fall off or something. We then walked back to the beach and then walked up to the hotel where we had Baklava. Baklava is a very flaky sweet pastry. It soaked in a very sweet sauce and when you eat it drips from your mouth. It is so good, but very rich! I can only eat a little bit at a time. After we ate that we all headed to bed. I spent some time writing a little bit and then went to bed at midnight.
My adventure continues with.... The trip back home :(
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