The Road to Chania
Trip Start
Sep 07, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 09, 2008
We could not stay at Tylissos very long, because we had a three-hour drive ahead of us to reach Chania (hahn-YAH). It didn't feel like three hours, though, because my eyes were glued out the window as we hugged the north coast of Crete on our way west, always keeping the ocean in view.
From my position at the front of the bus, I heard bits and pieces of Class Clown's conversation telling the story of the most romantic moment of his life. I enjoyed mentally auditioning all the candidates for that title in my own life, and silently relived the winning moment, Thanksgiving Day 2001. It is more Bear's story than mine, so I will respect his privacy by not retelling it here. But the memory was bittersweet, as it made me miss him. I haven't talked to him since we left on the Crete excursion. He would have enjoyed this trip.
The bus driver started chuckling, and I noticed there was a convertible in front of us. The woman in the passenger seat seemed to be drying a white pair of pants by holding them above her head and letting them billow behind her in the wind. Oh dear.
From my position at the front of the bus, I heard bits and pieces of Class Clown's conversation telling the story of the most romantic moment of his life. I enjoyed mentally auditioning all the candidates for that title in my own life, and silently relived the winning moment, Thanksgiving Day 2001. It is more Bear's story than mine, so I will respect his privacy by not retelling it here. But the memory was bittersweet, as it made me miss him. I haven't talked to him since we left on the Crete excursion. He would have enjoyed this trip.
The bus driver started chuckling, and I noticed there was a convertible in front of us. The woman in the passenger seat seemed to be drying a white pair of pants by holding them above her head and letting them billow behind her in the wind. Oh dear.


