The beginning of the end of the journey

A night in crisp sheets and an extra pillow to put beneath my knees to support my back did wonders for my constitution.  Alec took the kids down to breakfast early and they were back before I even woke up.

The Aegeon Beach Hotel is one of those places where there are lounge chairs and umbrellas set up on the beach for you.  We felt luxurious ditching our mismatched, salt-stiffened towels for the spiffy blue hotel ones, and sitting up off the sand in comfortable chairs.  We had the morning to hang out and swim, and go for one last snorkel in the sea, the Temple of Poseidon watching over us from a nearby hill.

Although we had to check out of our room at noon, the hotel folks were kind enough to let us use another room to shower and change before we left.  We grabbed lunch at the taverna next door and then hit the road.  One last Greek salad, one last order of fried cheese—it’s good stuff.

We had a 3 ½ hour drive from Sounio to Patra, where we would board our last and longest ferry.  We arrived in Patra early enough to stretch our legs in the square and get some pizza for the kids.  A local newsstand stocked a huge range of magazines and newspapers in English, which made me unreasonably happy—I picked up The Economist and People to catch up on the important and interesting news of the day.

Our boat was scheduled to depart at midnight, but we were able to board at 9:30, so we schlepped our stuff on board (including a few bags of food Alec insisted on stopping at the market for on the way) and got settled into our cabin.  We have a window which, although it is salt-encrusted, is a luxury.

There is something romantic about traveling by sea, and the fact that we are getting somewhere while we sleep—instead of driving for days through Albania and Macedonia, which Alec tried to convince me would be a good idea for awhile there—is terrific. In reality, however, the room is pretty much like a Motel 6 room, except with bunk beds and a smaller bathroom.

When we woke up this morning, we were in port somewhere.  I left the room to get some tea, only to find much of the floor space outside occupied by people sleeping on blow up rafts, sleeping beds, fold-up lounge chairs, and beach towels.  One guy had spilled out of the common room in which his family had settled, his large, hairy belly protruding into the hallway on the way to one of the coffee shops.  The ship folks seem to keep some of the lounges sleeper free, thank goodness.

There is a pool on board, and the kids have been swimming, messing with the new art supplies we brought with us, and playing in the room.  I’ve nearly finished my fall syllabus.  We sleep on the boat again tonight, and arrive in Venice early tomorrow morning.