Dancers on Crete heading to a photo shoot.
The port at Chania.
Horse and buggy rides around the port.
Flying Space-A means you have to be flexible. And sometimes that is a good thing. After arriving in Rota, Spain, we had to wait all day for our next flight. Instead of flying directly to Sigonella, Sicily, we were diverted to the Grecian island of Crete. They had a room waiting for us at the base hotel, so we could crash for a few hours before heading into town.
Chania is a port built in the Venetian style and is surrounded by an old wall, much as Dubrovnik where we will do our boat charter in Croatia. We walked around the harbor, watched as a sailboat tried to unsnarl its line from their prop (hope we don't encounter that problem), ate some mussels and seafood and ventured down some of the narrow lanes.
On Wednesday morning, it was back aboard the C-40 that brought us here. Two hours later we were in Sicily. We rented a car and tried to find the Navy Lodge located on a nearby base. After three attemps (and always finding ourselves back at our starting point) we turned on the GPS we brought and found the route we needed.
Our room is about 25 kilometers from snowcapped Mt. Aetna! Today we are headed to the south shore of the island to the Valley of the Temples, ancient Grecian ruins, then on to a small town that is holding a, guess what, "chocolate festival". Gene didn't want to miss this one. We'll see if we can find our way.
That's it for now!
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