Recap of Vaca - Part 3
Continued...
Day 7: Wednesday 10/05/05
At 6am, I was awoken by banging on my door and a Greek man calling out to me outside my door. It was my wake-up call. At the pension, his wife had remember I was taking the early morning ferry so she sent him down to wake me up so I wouldn't miss my bus to the port. How sweet of them! I hustled out and made the bus. I left beautiful Santorini...considered standing on deck to see the view of the old port and sunrise...but then I feel asleep. Off to Paros I went.
Paros, Greece
I knew Paros was going to be different. And it was. I'm going to describe it like this: it was where the real Greek Islanders lived. Although it was a popular port for transfers to and from Athens, it didn't have the glamour of Santorini. There were more working fishing boats in the port, small shipping containers too. No way Santorini would have that in its port because it would ruin the postcard! Spent my first day in Paros wandering the main town of Parikia, and then took the bus up to Naoussa.
I liked Naoussa - very charming fishing village. You could smell the fish in the air. And as Parikia was more spread out, Naoussa had more winding streets and cute shops. I was there during their siesta so most shops were closed, as the tourist season was wrapping up anyway. This was a great place for me to take a million photos of architecture without having many signs and other people in the way. At least I didn't have to wait as long for people to pass, which was the case in Santorini.
Side note: I felt quite depressed in Paros (see previous blog) cause my face had gotten worse. The drugs hadn't quite kicked in yet and my face was pretty swollen. I think it was particularly bad in the mornings and on the ferry to Paros, I had caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and I freaked. It was awful. That night, as the night was quiter, I got sad. I felt awful about my face, lost total self-confidence and actually...CRIED! I just wanted my mommy but she hadn't emailed, not for the entire trip! So I told her to email me cause I felt sad and I needed her. I told her I wanted to go home because I was sad. That would make her feel guilty and worry about her youngest child....PAY ATTENTION TO ME!
Day 8: Thursday 10/06/05
To continue from my sad story from the previous night, my mommy did respond to my email. She said the reason she hadn't written was because she didn't want to bother me, and she knew I was OK because she had read all of my emails. She had even checked the local weather on all the islands. She cheered me up by asking me to take a picture of my nasty swollen face and send it to her, so we can keep it for our memories and laugh about it. I did not agree with that approach to her parenting...so you will see NO picture of my swollen face.
Golden Beach, Paros
But I did feel better on my second day in Paros because I was going to the beach! Another day of roasting. Santorini's beaches were more volanic, more beautiful in the surrounding scenery rather than actual sand quality. But Paros was known for its long stretches of golden fine sand. Hence, I was going to Golden Beach (I'm sure that's not the official Greek name though). Finally got the nerve to go topless cause heck, there weren't many people around and they were all doing it too! Like I always say: if everyone jumps off the bridge, I should too cause there may be something wrong with the bridge that you don't know about!
Anyway, the water was cool but it was very refreshing. It felt so liberating to be in that water. I didn't feel shy at all. Once I observed the proper protocol, I was good to go. I walked down the beach to visit the cute little church at the end of the bay and took a bunch of pictures (I had my top on for that, fyi). Overall, it was a really lovely day. Much better than my depressing night before. It's amazing what a bit of Vitamin D can do for the mood, no wonder why Canadians all suffer from Seasonal Affect Disorder! SAD indeed...
Paros was different from Santorini and I knew it was also going to be different from Mykonos. It seemed more down-to-earth, more real. Partly, it was a self-fulfiling prophecy. I didn't expect a big party, so I didn't go find a party, hence I didn't get a party. Instead, I relaxed and saved some of my budget for the partying about to come. Left the tranquility of Paros for Mykonos...
Day 7: Wednesday 10/05/05
At 6am, I was awoken by banging on my door and a Greek man calling out to me outside my door. It was my wake-up call. At the pension, his wife had remember I was taking the early morning ferry so she sent him down to wake me up so I wouldn't miss my bus to the port. How sweet of them! I hustled out and made the bus. I left beautiful Santorini...considered standing on deck to see the view of the old port and sunrise...but then I feel asleep. Off to Paros I went.
Paros, GreeceI knew Paros was going to be different. And it was. I'm going to describe it like this: it was where the real Greek Islanders lived. Although it was a popular port for transfers to and from Athens, it didn't have the glamour of Santorini. There were more working fishing boats in the port, small shipping containers too. No way Santorini would have that in its port because it would ruin the postcard! Spent my first day in Paros wandering the main town of Parikia, and then took the bus up to Naoussa.
I liked Naoussa - very charming fishing village. You could smell the fish in the air. And as Parikia was more spread out, Naoussa had more winding streets and cute shops. I was there during their siesta so most shops were closed, as the tourist season was wrapping up anyway. This was a great place for me to take a million photos of architecture without having many signs and other people in the way. At least I didn't have to wait as long for people to pass, which was the case in Santorini.
Side note: I felt quite depressed in Paros (see previous blog) cause my face had gotten worse. The drugs hadn't quite kicked in yet and my face was pretty swollen. I think it was particularly bad in the mornings and on the ferry to Paros, I had caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and I freaked. It was awful. That night, as the night was quiter, I got sad. I felt awful about my face, lost total self-confidence and actually...CRIED! I just wanted my mommy but she hadn't emailed, not for the entire trip! So I told her to email me cause I felt sad and I needed her. I told her I wanted to go home because I was sad. That would make her feel guilty and worry about her youngest child....PAY ATTENTION TO ME!
Day 8: Thursday 10/06/05
To continue from my sad story from the previous night, my mommy did respond to my email. She said the reason she hadn't written was because she didn't want to bother me, and she knew I was OK because she had read all of my emails. She had even checked the local weather on all the islands. She cheered me up by asking me to take a picture of my nasty swollen face and send it to her, so we can keep it for our memories and laugh about it. I did not agree with that approach to her parenting...so you will see NO picture of my swollen face.
Golden Beach, ParosBut I did feel better on my second day in Paros because I was going to the beach! Another day of roasting. Santorini's beaches were more volanic, more beautiful in the surrounding scenery rather than actual sand quality. But Paros was known for its long stretches of golden fine sand. Hence, I was going to Golden Beach (I'm sure that's not the official Greek name though). Finally got the nerve to go topless cause heck, there weren't many people around and they were all doing it too! Like I always say: if everyone jumps off the bridge, I should too cause there may be something wrong with the bridge that you don't know about!
Anyway, the water was cool but it was very refreshing. It felt so liberating to be in that water. I didn't feel shy at all. Once I observed the proper protocol, I was good to go. I walked down the beach to visit the cute little church at the end of the bay and took a bunch of pictures (I had my top on for that, fyi). Overall, it was a really lovely day. Much better than my depressing night before. It's amazing what a bit of Vitamin D can do for the mood, no wonder why Canadians all suffer from Seasonal Affect Disorder! SAD indeed...Paros was different from Santorini and I knew it was also going to be different from Mykonos. It seemed more down-to-earth, more real. Partly, it was a self-fulfiling prophecy. I didn't expect a big party, so I didn't go find a party, hence I didn't get a party. Instead, I relaxed and saved some of my budget for the partying about to come. Left the tranquility of Paros for Mykonos...
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