Arriving in Platanias

We finally arrived at the Villa, met first by the beautiful private pool. I must say that Aagean Airlines, in spite of the fact that they wanted to charge us $500.00 each way to check an extra bag causing Jay to make a mad dash in 20 minutes from one end of Charles De Gaulle airport to the other to put it in a storage locker, (he made it with ease by the way) was a wonderful ride. They served an authentic Greek meal on the 2 1/2 hour flight that was superb! Then we were met at the Athens airport by this guy in a safety vest shouting "where you go!" Flustered and confused I shouted "Chania" and he said "follow me!" We did as we were told and he marched us double time through the airport where we had our boarding passes and passports checked 3 times before we actually went through full security, arriving at our gate just in time to board for Chania. This flight was 30 minutes. The pilot said, "we are taking off...oh, we are landing, thank you for flying with us." Once there we took a taxi for the 30 minute ride to Platanias and the Villa.

Here we entered past the pool, onto the lovely veranda (which somehow just got deleted from my pictures)

Here you see the stairs to the princess room, the charming living room and the master suite, There is the upper veranda, the view of the princess suite and the view from the princess suite.









Early in the morning, in spite of a terrible night's sleep (I'll tell about that later) and due to the help of the furry alarm clock named Esme who climbed through the master bedroom window to wake us up, Jay and I went on an excursion in search of a market to get food for the still sleeping Princess. (Sally is going to kill me for this, but hey, it's my blog right?) We found one and brought home food.

After breakfast Sally and I went in search of a pharmacy. As you know, before I left I was sick. I ignored it as long as I could, but after spending three nights coughing my head off and contracting laryngitis, we decided I must see a doctor. Now, let me say that, as of yet, we have not seen an ugly man in Crete, and the beautiful Dr. Vittorakis was no exception. Let me just say, antibiotic and cough medicine: 13 euros, office visit: 40 euros, being examined by the Creten God Dr. Vittorakis: Priceless.



After my recovering from the doctor. We met Jay for an authentic and delicious Grecian lunch. Jay, of course, had Pizza. We then ended the day with a walk along the beach, past the naked woman swimming, over the fishing harbor, and back to the villa.

At last we ended the night with a moonlight walk down the
busy village streets. The town is quiet during the day and comes alive after dark. Alas, Sally is asleep on the couch with her book in her hand, Jay is relaxing on the front veranda sipping a coke and petting Esme the furry alarm clock.

I am writing my blog before I forget (and I promise you, I have left out so many wonderful details) and then I am going to take my medicine, go to bed, and dream of Cretan gods.