Thursday was probably one of the strangest days of my life. Not necessarily in a good way...or in a bad way, I suppose. Just in a strange way. We left the site early, so that we could get on the train and go to Pareis, which is where a lot of the ferries to the Greek islands leave from. Our plan was to go to Paros, a small island in the Cyclades, for our free weekend adventure. We had our hotel all booked and ready to go for the next three days, and were getting excited about the island life. The hour and a half train ride to the port went surprisingly well considering our recent bad luck with traveling. However, when we arrived at the port, we found out that all of the tickets to Paros were sold out. Apparently you have to buy tickets for the ferry more than 2 hours ahead of time. Who knew? So we waited around for another hour and a half to see if there were any cancellations (there weren't) at which point we decided to abandon our Paros plans and head back to Corinth.
Unfortunately, the next train from Pareis didn't leave for another 2 hours, so we went and got little cheese pastries from a café and waited it out. Eventually, we made it on the train, where we had a semi-unfortunate run-in with the Greek mob and stopped once because there was a man sleeping in the tracks. We are convinced that we are cursed with bad travel vibes. Anastasia must have felt bad for us because she made us a tasty dinner to try and make us feel better. And it was so good that it truly did.
This is where there would be beautiful island pics but instead there is an image of our boat leaving without us...
