Crete 2019 Chronicles: Day Eight – A Not-So-Early Riser’s Beach Odyssey

Lazy Day on the Beach: The Saga of Sun, Sand, and Soft-Boiled Eggs

Ah, Crete, the land of lazy starts and runny yolks—or not. This morning’s adventure began with a fashionably late breakfast at 09:15, where the soft-boiled eggs, much to our dismay, have been consistently failing the runny-yolk standard for the past two days. Oh, the horror! A #firstworldissue if there ever was one. But not to worry let’s get this Lazy Day Crete started.

Beach Banter: Diplomacy in the Sand

After a languorous breakfast, we found ourselves drifting to the beach. I engaged in a riveting conversation with Murdoch and his wife, presumably about the dire state of soft-boiled eggs, while my partner-in-crime, Michele, raced ahead to secure our beachfront real estate. Alas, within a mere 15 minutes, I caught up, only to find her in the midst of yet another international incident—this time, with a German! Apparently, the delicate matter involved the precise placement of sun loungers. The Germans, it seems, are sticklers for spatial precision, objecting to Michele’s seemingly rebellious repositioning by a mere 50mm. But really, do they not comprehend that you can’t control Europe when the British are in town?

The Zenith of Laziness: Eating, Sun-Bathing, Reading, Repeat

With diplomatic crises averted, or perhaps just deferred, the day unfolded as a masterclass in indolence. The agenda was as sophisticated as it gets: eating, sun-bathing, more eating, and interspersed with bouts of reading. A true homage to the art of doing absolutely nothing.

Bar Chronicles: A Tale of Two Brits and a SAGA Search

As the sun dipped below the horizon, our evening rendezvous found us at the bar, engaging in lively conversation with another British couple—inevitably, older than us. The eternal question lingered: where are the non-SAGA holidaymakers hiding? The search continues.

A Grateful Nod to Rena, Alexandros and Venizelos: The Real MVPs of Our Grecian Sojourn

Before we retire to our sun-kissed dreams, a moment of gratitude is due. Three individuals, not Michele and Gary (although they’re alright too), have made this holiday extraordinary. Rena, our enchanting waitress, and Alexandros (or so we think), the maestro behind the bar in the lounge and we can’t forget Venizelos also from behind the bar, you’ve made us feel more at home in your country than we thought possible. Thank you from the depths of our overfed, sun-soaked hearts. x