We want to come back! We love Paros!
Paros the island where you swim and snorkel and swim and snorkel and eat and drink and build sandcastles and swim and snorkel. The people on Paros are lovely and friendly and best of all most of them speak English! Oh how I have missed those easy conversations in English.
Before we arrived in Paros I was thinking I could quite easily go home, but now, I want to make Greece (Paros inparticular) my home. We have been thoroughly spoilt with the best apartment at our accommodation, and food that tastes fantastic and beautiful sunny hot days. I got really sunburnt the day I decided not to apply lotion for a few hours, eekkk. But rest assured the kids have been so smothered in lotion that I can confirm that Dylan is coming home just as white (and boy is the kid WHITE) as he was when we left. Kathryn has been blessed with her father's olive skin and has only to look at the sun to tan up.
Tanisha was with us for most of our week in Paros before sneaking off to Santorini for a couple of nights (without her togs that were left on our clothes stand), and then we all met up in Athens again for one last night before all going our separate ways home.
The accommodation we had booked over the internet was a disaster as Tanisha arrived the night before us and her taxi driver refused to stop at our hotel. The reason being was all the prostitues and drug addicts. Needless to say she found another hotel and contacted us to met her there instead. Unfortunately, we still managed to get off at the wrong metro station and with all our luggage cruised through the Cocaine district, which was very uncomfortable, made even more so by a shop owner stepping out to tell us to get the hell out of there. Of course the children were completely oblivious, but I still felt sick to my stomach. Never Athens again! Vaughan and I have decided that we will fly direct to paradise Paros in future!
Our first night in Paros, having travelled four hours on a ferry, half an hour in a taxi and then lugged all our luggage to the top apartment (with the best view) at 11.30pm ended with Kathryn tripping on her way up the stairs to show Uncle Nik and Aunty Bess our apartment, and in the process chipping her front top adult tooth and spreading blood all over the place. Bloody Hell! So we will be booking a Dentist appointment when we get home.
Anyway despite the dramatic beginning to our time in Paros, we had an absolutely wonderful and relaxing time and really hope to go back some day.
Well darlings next blog (if I get to it before I get home) is about Sorrento in southern Italy.
Karla
xxx
P.S. No photos sorry cos this computer in Singapore has no hole to stick a USB or otherwise!
Paros the island where you swim and snorkel and swim and snorkel and eat and drink and build sandcastles and swim and snorkel. The people on Paros are lovely and friendly and best of all most of them speak English! Oh how I have missed those easy conversations in English.
Before we arrived in Paros I was thinking I could quite easily go home, but now, I want to make Greece (Paros inparticular) my home. We have been thoroughly spoilt with the best apartment at our accommodation, and food that tastes fantastic and beautiful sunny hot days. I got really sunburnt the day I decided not to apply lotion for a few hours, eekkk. But rest assured the kids have been so smothered in lotion that I can confirm that Dylan is coming home just as white (and boy is the kid WHITE) as he was when we left. Kathryn has been blessed with her father's olive skin and has only to look at the sun to tan up.
Tanisha was with us for most of our week in Paros before sneaking off to Santorini for a couple of nights (without her togs that were left on our clothes stand), and then we all met up in Athens again for one last night before all going our separate ways home.
The accommodation we had booked over the internet was a disaster as Tanisha arrived the night before us and her taxi driver refused to stop at our hotel. The reason being was all the prostitues and drug addicts. Needless to say she found another hotel and contacted us to met her there instead. Unfortunately, we still managed to get off at the wrong metro station and with all our luggage cruised through the Cocaine district, which was very uncomfortable, made even more so by a shop owner stepping out to tell us to get the hell out of there. Of course the children were completely oblivious, but I still felt sick to my stomach. Never Athens again! Vaughan and I have decided that we will fly direct to paradise Paros in future!
Our first night in Paros, having travelled four hours on a ferry, half an hour in a taxi and then lugged all our luggage to the top apartment (with the best view) at 11.30pm ended with Kathryn tripping on her way up the stairs to show Uncle Nik and Aunty Bess our apartment, and in the process chipping her front top adult tooth and spreading blood all over the place. Bloody Hell! So we will be booking a Dentist appointment when we get home.
Anyway despite the dramatic beginning to our time in Paros, we had an absolutely wonderful and relaxing time and really hope to go back some day.
Well darlings next blog (if I get to it before I get home) is about Sorrento in southern Italy.
Karla
xxx
P.S. No photos sorry cos this computer in Singapore has no hole to stick a USB or otherwise!
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