Ahhhh, sun.
A day volunteering to clean the beach with our fellow fireman friend Marc, for his Greek friend Bobby.
A glorious day, warm enough for shorts but cold enough to turn men from outies to innies if in the water too long.
Marc helped Bobby at his bar- the white jug was nearly full of grappe when we got there. We polished off a few glasses. Per hour. Bobby polished off an entire bottle of Captain Morgan's Rum all by himself. Wow, he was absurdly drunk, it was incredibly entertaining.
Some other Greek peeps showed up- great folks. The very lovely looking woman who sat beside me with her high end sunglasses, pimped out fingernails and designer sweatsuit had me staring. All that time, money and effort and yet she didn't seem to notice she had the mustache and beard of a high school boy? Yes, yes, I know I'm being rude- but all that effort and no wax? No tweezers? Here I've seen six year old girls with five o'clock shadows. I don't think I'll ever adjust to seeing that. Ever.
Marc, Gayle and Bobby at the table overloaded with meat, cheese, wine and Greek salad. And soda. And chips. And beer. And olive oil. And fresh bread.
So much and so good.
Marc and Gayle are fantastic people. Our sponsors that guide/warn/educate us. Very fun and very funny. Instantly liked them from the moment we stepped off the plane wiped out and in dire need of a shower and another shower (my hair was sooooo greasy).
"Drink," says Bobby.
"Sure," answers Brian and then swigs the entire glass.
Another great day on the island of Crete.
