Our tour guide for this day was Demetrius and we met him at the bus for Group 1. This trip ashore was a little easier than the day prior at Santorini. For that stop, we had to ride on a tender from the ship to the shore. Basically, a little water bus took us across in some crazy waves splashing like crazy. This was just a regular old bus, with only about 25 folks on it, so we had plenty of room. Demetrius liked to smoke, so we got plenty of breaks for bathrooms and wandering around while he stepped away and lit up.
He gave us some good information on the ruins and the layout of the town, but it was hard to understand him over the transmitter he was using, so I didn't pay a whole lot of attention. B and I were more concerned about whether our seventh grade history teacher, Mr. Hostetler, had given us good information about Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian column styles. haaaaaaa
I got to enjoy wearing the same scarf for about the 18th day in a row. It's sitting on the chair with me here in Venice after getting a workout today, too.
B and I agreed that we enjoyed the Ephesus ruins more...just more to see and a better story about the everyday life of the citizens. But, it was still interesting. Once again, our tour took us to a local marketplace so we'd have an opportunity to positively impact Greece's economy. I just had a simple cappuccino served up by a rude Greek woman. Delightful.
Next we headed to the Mercouri estate to tour the vineyards and enjoy a sample. We didn't have very high hopes for this one because the day before, on Santorini, the "wine tour" consisted of about 20 minutes to taste three wines, eat a tiny piece of cheese and then get the spiel to buy something in the little shop...not impressive.
But, we were surprised and delighted at Mercouri to get an in-depth tour from the estate's owner who talked about the many generations of his family that have worked the vineyards and the farm for decades.
Bunnyman knew we needed help getting through the evening as it was now time to brush our teeth and wash our faces with the tiny spittle of a faucet. Good grief. Only a few more times and we'd be back to land-based plumbing in Venice...with its own set of challenges! I'll share more on that one later! haaaaaaaaaaa