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Ive decided that posting photos is the lazy way out. As im not keeping any kind of diary while im travelling I really need to add some written documentation to aid my memory.
So..
At present we are on an island called Milos, staying in a sleepy port town called Adamas. Tourist season is over, so many services and shops are closed, but there are just enough locals and a wee smatterings of tourists to keep the town ticking over. One of the interesting observations we've had while staying here is the complete shift in the pace of life. The town seems to wake up around 6 or 7am, with the bakeries selling freshly baked breads, and the old men sitting outside the tavernas smoking and drinking coffee. Between the hours of about 1 and 4 or 5pm the town shuts down again with the locals going home to thier main meal of the day and a siesta to escape from the heat of the day. Then from 5 til 10 or 11pm the town wakes up again, with the tavernas filling with diners from about 8pm. We've mananged to adjust fairly well and now the thought of going home and eating lunch at 12.30 seems strange. Here we have lunch at 3ish and dinner at 8 or 9.

I've got a new understanding for the mentions in the bible of feet washing.. the dust gets everywhere here and the first thing you must do when arriving home, in order to feel civilized again, is to wash your feet. The wind has been fierce the last few days as well.

Today we have been exploring this hillside full of half dug up roman ruins and cute wee ancient whitewashed churches. We had intended on seeing the Catacombs where 5000 early christians are buried but they were closed for repairs. It was fantastic morning, we had the whole hillside to ourselves and coming across a really well preverved roman ampitheatre looking out over the sea and a small fishing villiage made it feel like we'd discovered it ourselves.

This island is volcanic and quite barren and kaikoura-esque with huge cliffs in parts. Its full of the white cubist architechure with blue windowsills and doors you see in postcards. A charming place really. We are off to Sifnos for a few nights tomorrow, before returning athens, then travelling overland to Patra where we hope to catch a boat up the Adriatic sea to Venice.

I dreamt about the children I nanny for last night, I think I miss them quite a lot. We are also missing our wee goddaughter and her mum.
Love to you all reading..adio