Tuesday

Today was pretty low key, which is to say, we basked in the sun, turning over like chickens in  rotisserie. Nice colour on all sides. No beach this day as we figured we could spend most of our time on the beach tomorrow, and in any case, on Thursday we would be taking the tour bus to Elafonosi, a supposed paradise an hour and a half away. It will be nice to get away for a bit. It's all good, but always the same no matter what direction you look.

Decided last minute to take the bus into town again. We Indiana Jones'd the town in search of...Zara. Oh yes. We heard the rumours about this chain store also in existence in Chania's Old Town, right in line with some Spanish retail clothing stores. If only we had made the left an hour earlier we might have been the first to discover it's location. 

After doing our 'anytime-we-go-window-shopping-we-get-bored-and-don't-buy-anything routine' we somehow found the bus terminal by taking an accidental left this time, and went back to the resort.

Damned if we were going to sit in that restaurant and plow through more food again! To the gyro spot! The Greek gyro is a most reliably consistent food: you know what you're going to get and it knows it's going to live comfortably in your belly.

We walked back after a long spell of people watching/judging. My thought on the various attires was simply if you still have the body for it, wear whatever you want. Some day the perky-ness will gravitate towards the toes and the waistline will expand. Until then, especially in this climate, expose it all.

The Mrs. went up to the room while I fetched some drinks from the bar. We had stopped off to buy some snacks, so some Long Island Ice Tea's and salt and vinegar chips while watching TV was the order of the night. Hmmm, a special on Clint Eastwood. He really is THE man.