Kythnos Adventure

Greetings and Kalispera,

This past weekend, the Arcadians and I took a trip to the lovely island of Kythnos. It gets its name from the circular shape that it and the surrounding islands make. Or at least I believe that's where it gets its name...

But anyways, we had to wake up at 5 AM to take a coach (bus) ride to the port of... the port was near the ancient temple of Poseidon. We were able to see it off in the distance when we were coming back, but more on that later. The boat then took us on about a 2 hour ride to the beautiful island of Kythnos, where we departed the boat and proceeded to eat for a short while. Suddenly, the bus arrived and was waiting for us to gather on to visit this small town (don't know its name) up in the hills of Kythnos. It was a lovely town, with a Byzantine church along with a couple other cute ones. The town was one of those picturesque towns that most people imagine Greece looking like, with white-wash walls and blue shutters, and the pavement painted as well. It was beautiful. There was also this cave that sat underneath that town, and was not fully explored, but we were able to go down and take a tour of them for a short while. The best part about that trip was that our tour guide was only 15 or 16, but he had the haircut of one of the main characters in "the Mighty Boosch." He also had a similar face, but he was really nice and knew very little English, but I still giggled at him from afar.

The rest of trip consisted of visiting the beach. The weather, however, didn't make sense for the beach. It was slightly raining and was really windy on Saturday, but it became beautiful on Sunday, the day we were leaving (of course!). So on Saturday, there was this beach bar on the beach we were at, and I started the day with a White Russian and it continued after that into multiple shots and blah blah blah... There was loud music (which was mostly older pop songs), dancing, and girls in bikinis.

But that was not all that happened there. Mostly it was living and taking in the island life. It was slow, calm, and peaceful there. No one was in a hurry because there was no where, really, to go. And alas! We returned on that beautiful Sunday, where on the ferry back (the boat ride again), we cruised past the island that was inhabited by prisoners. That looked like a sick island to go be on, see ruins, and what not... And off in the distance, you could see the pillars that remained of the temple of Poseidon.