Island Time

Our hellish 38 hour journey was almost forgotten the second the boat's doors opened and we caught a whiff of that mixture of sea air, thyme, jasmine and pine that is the scent Paros. The moment we stood on the sea wall and looked at the dark sea, we knew the destination was well worth any sanity lost on the trip.

We're quickly adapting to "island time." On the island there is no time. Watches are buried in suitcases and there aren't any clocks in the house. Our day is driven by the course of the sun. We wake at first light, take a swim when the sun rises over the roof of the house, eat lunch with the sun directly above our heads, nap during the heat of the afternoon and wake to watch a beautiful sunset before we head off to town for some dinner of taziki, Greek salad, taramasalada and saganaki.

We are all becoming Greeks.

Athena loves her morning swim with Baba.
Zoe is not yet a fan of sand and water and prefers to "sunbathe."Athena making castles in the sand.Zoe getting the lay of the land.
Athena just hanging out.
Zoe hanging out. Zoe studying her Greek phrase book.
Athena becoming Greek (wearing Baba's Greek fisherman's cap).
Zoe becoming GreekAnd the quickest way to become Greek...hang out with old Greek geezers.