Crete, Greece

CRETE AND THE PALACE OF KNOSSOS

This was the One Big Thing for Eli on our Greecian Odyssey. For me it was the potential of seeing Delphi which gave me the ability to shut up and smile when my family informed me that there was nothing inside the pyramid (and I thought: No shit.) for Eli it was the thought of visiting the Palace of Knossos that pulled her through the potentially rough spots with her lips firmly sealed.

I was up at 6:30. By 7am I was showered and waking up everyone who might want to go with us to Knossos, especially Eli. We tried. We really tried but 200 Euros for a round trip taxi ride was more than we could bear, especially given the prospect of spending less than an hour wandering around the ruins. I am angry at Louis Cruises for not informing us about the length of travel from port to Palace. We could have debarked at 7am but didn’t until about 7:45 am. We were then informed that it was over an hour’s drive to Knossos. Which, by then, would have left us little time to wander before we had to rush back to the ship as it was pulling up the gangway at 11:15 am.

Poor Elizabeth. If the cruise line had offered us more information about traveling to Knossos without their help, we would have joined the excursion.

Instead we rented 3 4-wheelers and cruised the streets and coastline of Crete. The island we saw was pretty and fairly friendly. It was fun riding up and down the coastline. Martina, at one point, demanded that we return to the rental place and so we did. I thought she had to pee but once she realized how much time was left she didn’t want to get off the back of her dad’s 4-wheeler. I, on the other hand, felt as if my breasts had come out of joint and was happy to dismount. Travis came with me.

Travis and I spent the next hour wandering the waterfront and browsing the shops while Mark, Martina, Eli and Billinda (my neice) rode over the island.

It’s obvious that a few hours was nowhere near enough to discover this beautiful island and we didn’t get to see the Palace of Knossos. Which sucks.

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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