Hey ya! Remember that forever awesome Outkast song released on September 9, 2003? Can you believe it's almost 11 years old?! I was a huge fan back then, by the way. Which, I know, is a completely irrelevant fact so now a few revelations concerning our imminent September vacation because I remember several of you have been curious about our plans.
We will nicely start off with a pampering spa visit by the sea and there are a red wine extract body treatment, a moisturizing facial care and a warm paraffin wax hand treatment in store for both of us. But the rest of our spare week will probably mean going with the flow, mostly doing what we
have want to do at home. So a few more weeks and it's vacation time, woo hoo! But I should seriously hold my horses here because the Crete diaries from distant May (!!!) are still waiting for their proper closure...
The initial message declared we were going to leave Crete in the middle of the night instead of the official 6:55 p.m. which is why the travel agent had to arrange our group a temporary place to be. And that place happened to be Marilena Hotel in Amoudara, 11 km from the airport. Our travel agent claimed it was a 4* hotel but there's no way in hell that was true. It more likely was something bearable between 2* and 3*. I mean our room was quite decent: already tired but still decent. And I did like the raspberry red flowery fabric our curtains and furniture were partially made of, if that counts.
But the shady suburb location, non-existent view from our scranny balcony, those smeary vagrant cats behind the windows of the restaurant and in particular their miserable food were all far from decent. Briefly - I didn't like it there and I wanted to go home already... or just back to sweet Minos Palace in Ag Nik. "What a spoilt princess," you may think but when you have lived in true paradise and then someone tells you to settle in weak mediocrity you just have nothing to enjoy there, you only want to leave and never come back.
Besides, when it comes to Marilena's food it was tasteless, mostly drippingly greasy, unattractive. The staff didn't know what they were serving (logical much?), the assortment was narrow and only local Alfa beer tasted great. Although nothing can taste completely great in a dirty restaurant (leftovers and dirty stains on the tablecloth, anyone?). By the way, those numerous vagrant cats loved the restaurant's wieners which tasted slightly rotten to us. Oh and them cats had a real hierarchy going on there: a couple of them were the bosses, a few were the underdogs and the rest - just the regular crowd. It was like their own state of cats in the backyard of Marilena.
Anyhow, we somehow spent the evening/night of May 17 there because as said before, our new departure time was in the middle of the night. Everyone was highly hopeful and ready to finally go home. But then, while we were more or less sleeping arrived another message which ceremonially stated the plane was still broken in Estonia and our new departure time was now unclear. Pretty much everyone was in denial at that moment and through our thin door we heard people still dragging their suitcases and heading downstairs to leave (I think those were the Russians who couldn't read the Estonian messages we got...).
So, during breakfast (or maybe it was already lunch...) on May 18 we finally received some fantastic news from the travel agent who said a replacement plane was found and we will be leaving with that around 6.30 p.m. Our time at Marilena was actually folding up and God we were happy!
But out of nowhere another drama escalated when we had to place ourselves in the buses that were sent to pick us up. Some pointlessly stuck-up Estonian families/fellowships were demanding their own personal bus to be able to all sit together, just like in good old nursery school. Nice, huh? How stupid can a creature be? I could see how everyone else wanted to leave those twerps behind and just go. Would have been fair I think because those arrogant figures were worse than Marilena's food and that's a harsh reference.
Despite all we of course eventually made it to the airport and were now counting on a painless check-in. Which obviously didn't happen: we had to wait and wait and wait before anything check-in-like even started. But all right, at least we were standing at the beginning of the line and got through shortly after the opening of the check-in. We quickly visited the duty free shop, bought some classical bits and pieces and then proceeded to our presumable gate. But it turned out all the tickets had a wrong gate number printed on them so we had to run to another gate.
And then the airport bus took us, already decently tattered Estonians to an aircraft, everyone already started to board and then, oopsie daisy! - it was the wrong plane, going to Spain or something, haha. Anyway, we got back on our buses to drove along and that was it, we finally got to the right plane. Though the first steward on board was a young Italian dude who didn't even speak English and couldn't answer if we were going to Estonia or not. Promising, right? Oh and the airport staff had removed seat numbers from the tickets so noone actually knew where their seats were. Gosh it felt good when we finally took off after all those crazy incidents! I love Crete but being stuck somewhere is not my cup of tea, especially when the next day is a working day and you can't be sure if you're going to make it to your own country in time or not. Have you guys also experienced something like that during your trips and travels? Do share!
By the way, I have also photographed most of the stuff we purchased in Crete and I'm curious - are you interested in seeing those goodies (a few beauty products + home related bits and pieces)? If yes then I will share everything in a future haul post. Just let me know. But for the time being I hope you enjoyed this mammoth-size story of mine and all the photos too! The ones who took time to actually read it - respect! you're truly awesome! And as always, see you in the next post!
Emporio Armani sunnies | Nike (kiddies') tee | Lindex belt | thrifted Diesel suspender skirt.So, May 17 was our official last day, the day we were supposed to leave the beautiful Island of Crete. We knew we will be home soon, already made some instant gardening plans for May 18, nostalgically said goodbye to our sweet seaview suite and the pool. Simply enjoyed our last hour at scenic Sensimar Minos Palace and of course took our last photos there to illustrate all those warm Cretan memories. Just look at the first bunch of idyllic photos to see what kind of paradise we were saying goodbye to.
Emporio Armani sunnies | Nike (kiddies') tee | Fishbone Sister (New Yorker) sweatpants | thrifted Pony sneakers.Anyway, then (between 2 and 3 p.m., right on time) came the bus to take us to the Heraklion Airport. But then, in the middle of stuffing the big bus with other Estonians from other hotels arrived a sudden announcement that the aircraft which should have taken off from Estonia in order to pick us up from Crete was broken, not moving. Allegedly they were fixing the plane but it was already obvious our flight was postponed until some adequate information appeared.
Chicnova sweatshirt c/o (link) | thrifted Complement fringe bag | thrifted maxi skirt | Nikos Shoes sandals from Ag Nik, Crete.When I now look back on everything that happened I'm of course pleased we had an unforgettable vacation, a hundred-percent adventure and a chance to see and experience how incredibly different can hotels, towns, people, even the atmosphere around us be. I'm sure it was not our last time in Crete because every time I go there I have this homelike familiar feeling. I just love it there.