Since our original plans from last week got interrupted by our neglected and grumpy windlass, we resumed our touring by heading back to Epidavros to snorkel the sunken ruins.
Also got to inspect the baby amphitheatre on the hill overlooking our anchorage.
And then wandered through lushly irrigated orange groves, heavy with fruit, into town for groceries. May 1, Mayday, with lots of folks out for a stroll adorned with impromptu wildflower wreaths. We weren’t quite so crafty, but Ms. Eagan looked festive and charming anyhow.
Light breeze in the afternoon, so a mere month after arriving in Greece, we finally hoisted the mailsail, unfurled the genoa, turned off the engine and dawdled silently out and back for a few hours of delightful slow motion sailing. Back to drop anchor for 5 pm mojitos. Meh…. not a bad day.
Yay!!!
You are finally doing your thing!
That must have felt so good…
/And there is Kathy, looking quite fetching in her May 1 outfit.
(Apart from Juliet Singers, have I ever seen you in a dress?)
Dunno. I did have a skort I used to paint in.
Ok, not that I’m an accomplished sailor or anything, but man … that moment when you turn off the motor: it’s pretty fantastic isn’t it?
Indeed, it is.
Looking good Kathy!
Thanks, doll!