Crete is neat

Crete has been the nicest change of pace. Rather than roaming and looking at sights and ruins, this time we drove in search of the bluest water we could find. When we found the bluest water, we sat there, swam, and took naps. I love this place. I love the crystal clear water, the slower pace, the flowers blooming everywhere, and their salads.

The first night we arrived we walked down to the main part of town for some dinner and the sunset.  After realizing that the local public transportation is woefully inadequate (and completely in Greek… it looks like a sorority tshirt everywhere we look), we rented ourselves a little car and hit the road. With map in hand we headed to Falasarna beach with the sounds of Greek music on the radio (it was all we could find, and it had the occasional Rihanna). We stopped by a nearby restaurant for some gyros and onward we went.

The water here is crystal clear and such a pretty shade of blue. The pictures don’t do the size of the mountains justice. They are massive! 
I didn’t mind laying under these umbrellas for an afternoon snooze one bit. 

The next morning we woke up to this view. We are staying in a studio apartment with a view of Chania Old Town and from our bed we can see the sunrise over the city. It’s perfect. And to step it up a notch, we get to have breakfast on our balcony with this view.

This time we headed to the other side of the island to Elafonisi. We pulled off at a wide spot in the road when we got hangry. A Cretan salad for me, and feta stuffed burgers for the carnivore (Ben). Goat cheese, I love you.  Greek tomatoes, I equally love you.

Alas! The most beautiful beach. I mean I’m still swooning over this one. 

Crete takes the cake on where the water meets the land thus far. Stand by for Santorini.
We are happy, relaxed, and burnt thanks to Crete. Here we come, Santorini!

(Blessings I don’t vom on the ferry.)