First thing’s first. There is normal time and then there is Greek time. Normal time is the one we all use and love. Greek time is about 30 minutes to an hour later than that. Delayed planes and ferries were just the beginning of adjusting to the next week in Greece.

Finally landing in Paros, the Idiots were astounded hearing the news that they would not in fact be visiting the local sights such as the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triumph nor the Louvre.

Arriving in Naoussa, the northern part and arguably the ‘Manly’ version of Paros, the Ionian Idiots were hit with the Meltemi. For those unfamiliar (like we were), the Meltemi is an annual summer wind blowing down from Turkey. It keeps the 30 degree days cooler whilst causing women to have a Marilyn Monroe moment.

Beach clubs, sun chairs, exploring beaches, laying by the pool, digesting tomato & feta bruschetta, pita gyros, evening spritz’s and early 9pm dinners pretty much sums up the Idiots time in Paros. Whilst 9pm sounds late, the children hadn’t even sat down to eat yet. The sun hadn’t really set yet either.

The Ionian Idiots made a day trip to Antiparos, a small island to the west of Paros. It’s not as though the people on Antiparos don’t like those on Paros, in this part of the world, ‘anti’ means next to or against. After exploring empty beaches along the coast, sitting in wet boardies at a fish restaurant eating Greek salad and fresh octopus, we can see why Tom Hanks now calls this place home. Willlsssooooonnnnn!!

Photographic memories paint the remainder of this story.