Day 11: Iraklio

Sunday, September 23

It'd been windy all night so I was doubtful about the ferry coming in. I had the man at the front desk (the father) call the port. We were told it would get in at 11AM and leave that evening at 7 (our fourth delay in getting to Santorini). I was still dubious. We went to the Internet place and looked up the weather. We eventually decided to risk it and checked out of our hotel. Unfortunately, Daniel was totally sick at this point and just wanted to sleep, another reason we wavered on checking out. It was fairly cold and most places were outdoors or very open to the outdoors. By this point, we were also just tired of Iraklio and longing for Santorini.

Not sure where we went first, but I wound up dragging my sick boyfriend around trying to find this one street we'd gone done that smelled good the other day. We did eventually find it and sat down to eat. They were out of what I wanted to order (although someone who came later was able to get it) and they forgot Daniel's fruit plate for a long time. Then we couldn't get anyone to bring us our check.

From there, we went to this hookah place that had couches for lounging and large cups of thick hot chocolate, which they served with small baklava-type pastries. We read while we drank. When it got late enough, we headed over to the port. We still had to wait to board the ferry. I got a spanikopita swirl while we waited.

We boarded the ferry around 6PM with the idea we'd be sailing in a few hours. A few hours turned into over 12 hours (5th delay?). We had gotten seats by our luggage but later moved up to the first class lounge and slept on seats near a very loud television, which I believe caused me to dream an episode of 'Survivor'.