But first we had to leave Naxos and take a veeeeery long ferry to Milos. We had an hour delay (again, but this time at least there was a reason, it was super windy) but we amused ourselves with boat watching.
Has our luggage grown from our last ferry trip?
Milos is only 85 miles from Athens and even closer to Naxos, yet our ferry was so slow that it took us 8 hours to go from Naxos to Milos with five stops on the way. As Randy said it was the slow ferry to nowhere, but it was actually the slow boat to Aunt Das and Uncle Nooj, worth every minute. But the competing bouzoukia bands who played the whole eight hours, were fun to watch for the first hour but after the fourth we were ready for some peace and quiet. It was also really windy which made for a rocky boat and a seasick husband. I did manage to get both boys to sleep simultaneously in their stroller for an hour, this may have been the peak of my parenting skills. It was a super nice hour. Randy was laying down outside trying to feel better and I was able to relax and read my book.
Luckily there was a deck with beautiful views just a few feet away which got us away from the bouzoukia and helped Randy’s seasickness.
Adam, look up! you’re missing the most beautiful views! Thankfully the Ipad died right after this photo, which caused an uproar but I was secretly happy about. We generally don’t let Adam on the Ipad but when traveling (especially for 8 hours straight) those rules go out the window and i am thankful for every minute of it. But it was nice to have him looking at the boats and the sea instead ot the Ipad.
Even though our ferry was very long we still arrived at Milos not too late and were able to settle in and get ready for Das and Nooj to arrive early the next morning. Another example of just how small these Greek Islands are. We arrived and realized we hadn’t set up arrangements to get to the house we had rented. We could also turn on our internet and find a phone number to call but since our roamings fees are pretty high we first asked the guy helping us at the rental car company first if they knew Takki in Pollonia. He was already helping us bring our luggage the 7 kilometers from Port to the town we were staying (note to self, all that luggage does not fit in teeny European cars) so he said we could just find it when we got there. We pulled into town, he stopped to ask a man, who got into his car and showed us where Takki was. Amazing that the first person he asked knew exactly where we wanted to go!
Malcolm and I woke up early (oh wait, that’s right we’re up early anyway 🙂 and picked Das and Nooj up at the airport the next morning. On our way back we stopped to pick up some yummy pastries from the bakery. Adam was so excited to see Aunt Das and Nooj, I think all those hours on Skype really helped Adam know them.
After two weeks of greek yogurt and honey (which is delicious) it was a nice treat to have donuts and chocolate croissants and koulouria. And extra nice to have your aunt there to butter your koulouri and your uncle to make you laugh and a view of the water and boats to watch while you eat them.
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