My second morning in Kamari, I awoke with one plan for the day: do nothing… except get a massage on the beach, and then do nothing. Actually, I had two plans, but a late night deterred me from following through with my other plan, which was to get to the beach and watch the sunrise. I did make sure I could at least see it from my balcony, and then I went back to sleep for a bit.
When I got up and around, I promptly power-walked to the end of the promenade where I’d seen the sign for Thai massage on the beach. As I was walking down the sidewalk, I saw the same server who I thought was giving me a hard time about smiling the day before. He smiled at me and said: “Smiley person!” What was already a smile on my face turned into an audible laugh. It was unexpected and so cute. I’m ok with being dubbed a “smiley person.” In fact, vacation probably makes me a bit more smiley than usual. I’ll try to bring that back home with me. One thing I’ve learned is that smiling is a universal language. 🙂
As I approached the Thai massage place, the table was free and I was invited to jump on it for what would be an amazingly relaxing massage. I always hate going to massage therapists with whom I’m not familiar. Few things are worse than spending a lot of money on a bad massage. In this case, it was €30 for 30 minutes. Absolutely reasonable, especially for the quality of massage.
Once my (too short) 30 minutes was up, she informed me the beach chair was free of charge and I was welcome to stay. I had planned to go back toward the middle of the beach, but there’s no sense in giving up a free beach chair! I found a nice spot and ordered some water, a fruit smoothie (which lacked the smoothieness component, but was still tasty), and Greek yogurt with fruit and honey. When the server brought it to me, it was more like a work of art. I ate it anyway.
I spent the rest of the afternoon reading a book my sister loaned to me, resting in the beach chair and getting some Vitamin D. A British family had parked next to me, and they were entertaining to listen to, to say the least. The British have humor that far exceeds our own. I always enjoy listening to them. I stepped into the water just a few times, but it was too cold to stay in for any length of time.
Furthermore, the black sand (read: jagged, painful rocks), didn’t really lend itself to letting me stand there and wade. We can just call it a lego beach, because that’s what it felt like.
After an afternoon in the sun, I went back to Blue Waves Hotel to clean up for dinner. Again, I was unsure where to go, but I had done a little research on TripAdvisor, and quickly came upon a restaurant I’d read good things about.
I sat down at Mesogaia, and had the usual tzatziki with pita chips, and a chunk of lamb with sautéed veggies and potatoes. It was super savory, and filling. It’s hard to consume enough protein (and water, for that matter), when I’m traveling, but I protein’d up good with this meal!
After paying for my meal, I went straight back to the hotel, without passing Go or collecting $200. I was so uncomfortably full, and exhausted from traveling. I went straight to bed and had my first good night of sleep since two days before departing Kansas City. Overdue.