HERAKLION: The capitol of CRETE: #5

I am not complaining, I never do, but now is the time.  The ship cancelled our tour of Crete, last minute because of lack of participation. They should have worked us in somehow on another venue.  I asked that they book a smaller tour, but it seems they do not care much. They are sweet, friendly double-talkers. After all, you are their captives.

Left to wonder and wander how to get into this rather large and daunting city, we took a hop-on-hop-off tour. We hopped on, but we never hopped off until we got back to within walking distance of the ship. The city is large; it is inhabited by people getting by and living life, as they know it on this island. I could not even scratch terra firma in this place. I wish all of the people living here and visiting here, God’s speed and good health, but as soon as this ship pulls up anchor, I hope the grog of the day and the haze I feel lifts.

My dearly departed friend, H used to call people who had annoying behavior and people who did what they wanted to do whether it suited anyone else or not, Cretan Creeps.  I did notice people on our hop-on-hop-off drive around the city who were double parked when it suited them or even parked on the sidewalks, walked in the street whenever it pleased them even though designated places to cross were in evidence, and there was construction and restorations going on it many locations, but the workers were ALL sitting around with blank stares and all their equipment lie inactive. It was not time for lunch. C C’s. maybe? I am not being fair, I think perhaps an hour drive in a city is not enough time to judge, or perhaps one comes with pre-judgments.

I did learn a game played by three women traveling together from Phoenix.  I kept hearing them say things like, “ My rose bud was this and that, and my thorn will surely be this bus ride. “ My curiosity ran wild. I had to ask what they meant by Rose, Rose Bud and Thorn.  One of the ladies told me it is a game she has played in her family for years. You ask a person at the end of the day, what was your rose? Another words, what was the shining full beautiful moments of your day.  Then, you ask, what was your thorn? You are asking for the worst moment or moments. Then you ask what was your bud?  Asking what is your hope for tomorrow.  The game is called “Rose Bud.” I like it.

P.S. Again I wish to apologize that I am not able to attach larger photos to the blogs using shipboard Wi-Fi, but I do plan a favorite photo blog as a culmination to this wonderful travel opportunity when we return home.

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Dina
    Oct 10, 2013 @ 16:05:17

    My thorn was a sneeze that sent daggers down my spine.

    My rose was enjoying my delightful family.

    My rose bud is seeing you and dad home safely.

    Thanks for the blog and my new favorite game!!

    Reply

  2. Brendie
    Oct 10, 2013 @ 18:21:30

    Also love the Rose Bud idea—you are always right ON with new ideas….keep them coming. Looking forward to all your photos when you return.
    B

    Reply

  3. flory schultheiss
    Oct 14, 2013 @ 10:29:38

    You have picked up another Sea, Sheila! On one side of Crete is, I believe,
    the Libyan Sea! You are that close to Libya! (Double check me to make certain
    that I am correct.)
    Flory

    Reply

    • Sheila Clapkin
      Oct 18, 2013 @ 16:13:49

      I don’t know about Libyan sea being one we were on,but there is The Sea of Crete
      just south of the Aegean? Is that the one? I’ll check further.
      Thanks for reading and commenting. I know I forgot to mention the Straits of Messina, oh my hard to keep track.

      Reply

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