Funny how a ferry ride over a few islands can throw everything off.
After a relaxing four days on Koufonissi we took the mid-day, High Speed 4 Ferry to Paros, where we planned to get the little ferry that runs every half hour to hop over to the smaller island of Antiparos. But, that ferry wasn't running due to choppy seas, so we had to find the bus to the other port, and catch the larger car ferry over.
So, with our timing off a little we walked into a busier island town where I suddenly felt crowded.
We found our little family-run, ten room hotel, with a bathroom so tiny that my knees touch the opposite wall if I sit on the toilet, I hit the back of my head on the towel rack if I stand straight using the sink.
And I am not that big at five feet ten and 170 pounds.
And the sliver of a patio?
After the great place we had been staying, I am shaking my head and just thinking, "Where are we?"
We walked the busy shopping street looking for a place to eat, and found a very cute looking place called Taverna Klimataria tucked back into a side street. All covered with bougainvillea and advertising "traditional Greek" we thought it would be a good choice.
Boy, were we wrong.
They left a word out of "Traditional Greek."
Traditional Greek Crap.
This was a meal so terrible I wanted to puke it up so I could start over.
Neither of us could finish any of the small plates we ordered, so I paid the bill, disgusted that I wasted €50 on this shit.
Instead I went to the local stand and bought a Pork Gyros with a cold Mythos to wash the tastes out of my mouth.
That was the worst gyro I have ever tasted. I threw it out and slugged down the beer.
We stopped at the local market, bought a bottle of wine and some snacks and returned to our dark little dungeon to drink.
UGH.
You just never know what the next island will bring.