On The Sea Again

It feels like things are on track again. With a nervous crew who are all new to being on a boat in a foreign country, we dodge the morning ferry traffic out of Athens. I doubt there is any city in the world that has more ferries coming and leaving its port. Our eyes are focused as each ferry zooms past us, in front of us and behind us. It feels like that early computer game where the toad is trying to cross the road without becoming road kill. I have gotten pretty good at roughing out speeds and figuring out points of impact. They are concerned with the ones closest to our boat. I know they will pass way before we are in their paths. I have my eye on the ones far off in the distance that I know will be much more of a concern. We make it through them after just a few stops to let them pass in front of us. You have to make a move sooner or later or things just get more complicated. And just when we think we are out of the traffic lanes, a couple more head for us for one last shot at us. And then, like being morphed into another dimension, the traffic is a distant memory and we find ourselves in the solitude of the sea, headed for the Corinth Channel. About 5 hours out of Athens, we pull up to the quay, show the officials our papers, pay the toll and wait for the gates to once again open to us. Everyone takes the opportunity to jump into the deep blue Mediterranean Sea. Jenny thinks the water looks like blue Gatorade. Without too much of a wait, we are herded into the cannel and head for the port of Itea.