When my husband and I were younger and had no chicks in the coop, we got a wild hair and decided to cash out an IRA and take a trip of a lifetime. Ok, any financial planners just cringe? I did too looking back but alas that’s for another post. Where was said trip you may ask???
That’s right! We loaded up our giant backpacks and a prepaid credit card. We had plane tickets and hotel reservations for Athens before and after allotted time to island hop. One of the islands we decided to hop to was on of the most photographed place in the world – Santorini. I can see why people would take so many pictures of this beautiful island with it’s sugar cube architecture…
Ok, I could only find the black and white picture files for Santorini; here’s one of Thirasia Island port which leads me into the whole point of this post. (PS please google some pics of Santorini, photography isn’t exactly my strong point)
OK, so on this big adventure, we decided to take a pirate ship cruise to the volcanic island in the middle of the ring island of Santorini. We climbed the volcano, had a picnic, then climbed back down the volcano island after sticking our hands in a hot vent, and got back on the boat and sailed for just a little ways. Part of the excursion was the “opportunity” to swim in the hot springs at the base of the island, but the boat couldn’t get close to these springs because it wasn’t deep enough. To get to swim in the hot springs, one had to jump off the boat and then swim maybe 50 yards to where you could start putting your feet into the mucky squishy floor of the water.
There was mention over the loud speakers about the long swim and the possible tepid waters. And then instructions on jumping far away from the boat or just climbing down the ladder. The group of people from the tour deciding to take the plunge lined up on one side of the boat. With people from all over the world there was a bit of a language barrier and it didn’t look like anyone was going to ever go. Sooo, I got a wild hair and jumped.
My toes first broke through the ice layer and somehow my body managed to slip beneath the artic oceans. Ok, maybe it wasn’t that cold, but this water wasn’t any tepid (aka lukewarm) temperature I’ve ever felt! I convinced my muscles to ignore the hypothermia and pushed my head above water.
“How is it? Is it cold???” Questioned someone with an accent I really couldn’t place.
And, with my teeth not chattering and my jaws unclenched, I happily replied, “Oh, no! It feels great!” Somehow my lips had not yet turned blue and a convincingly sincere smile swept across my face.
Next my husband jumped in and his head popped up out of the water like he had just happened to jump on a spring beneath him. Ohhh, but my sweet man kept up the ruse. He also reassured the crowd and together we turned and began the long swim to the “not so hot springs”. Then it happened. Oh, yea. People started jumping in without a care in the world…
SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!
“Aarrgh!” “Nooo! I’m freezing!” “@%!#$” “some foreign language for YIKE IT’S COLD!”
To this day I can’t help but laugh my booty off thinking about this. hee hee! Everyone still had a good time and the group made it to the murky muddy waters of the hot springs (tepid at best). We soaked for a little while and a Canadian couple befriended us and told us about how they had been duped similarly on a excursions somewhere in Canada. Then we all joked about the healing powers of the springs and Cmag made some loud comment about his psoriasis being healed while the Canadian exclaimed a miracle about his arthritis being gone. Everyone laughed. But let’s face it, I had the best laugh of the entire day. Muahahahaha