No not Ithaca New York, Ithaca the Greek Island. Once we reached the Ionian sea our days were more leisurely. On our way to Ithaca we made two swims stops; one in the middle of the ocean and one in a bay where the white sand peeked out from the seaweed. During our first swim in the middle of the sea, we had to swim in front of the boat so we didn’t get too far behind. Out that far there isn’t a lot to see. But the best entertainment was when Nicole commandeered the dingy and then Juliette tried to join her.
We actually arrived in Ithaca fairly early in the afternoon and it was one of my favorite towns, the main part had plenty of restaurants and some touristy shops. After looking around a bit the girls and I set up shop in one of the cafes to take advantage of their internet, check e-mail etc. We spent the afternoon just hanging out and making little trips to check out some shops, then Deborah and Malcolm arrived with 1 kilo of baclava, seven different types, one piece for everyone. Lucky for us, because we had completely failed in t he baclava mission on Ithaca.
When Malcolm and Deborah arrived with the baclava of course the girls had to try it immediately. We hung out awhile longer at that cafe, before we moved to the outdoor patio down the street, for the “best Gyros” according to Thanos. While we were sitting there eating our Gyros Thanos and Alcija arrived. Then we had another unexpected guest a giant grasshopper, he landed on Deborah’s shoulder, she squealed and started batting at it, she batted it into Malcolm’s eye, he then batted it back at her and she was finally able to bat it away. The poor grasshopper must have been traumatized. We finally made it back to the boat around midnight. It was interesting in the islands because it always seemed like it was earlier than it actually was. We would normally wouldn’t eat until around 8:00 p.m. and I would think it was 6:00 p.m. and then by the time we got back to the boat it was around 10:00 p.m. it was actually midnight.
The girls were supposed to leave us after Ithaca, but they were loathe to so after much deliberation, talking and figuring out the details they decided to catch the boat taxi to the mainland from Kastos, our next stop and it was a good thing they did, because the best baclava was yet to come.