I'm laying in my tiny bed, in my sweaty pants, so I'm going to say that Sunday is officially over... Today was our 4th day here in Kalymnos, and a girl like me could get used to living like this. As Jesse and Cass have confirmed, George is the most hospitable "landlord". We come home from the crag every day exhausted, (life is so hard) to a clean flat, made beds, and fresh linens. And 2 out of the 4 days we've been at Melina's apartments, George's wife has baked us home-made cake!! What a couple of sweet hearts!
I labeled this post "groundhog day" because we get up in the same fashion every morning and have fallen into a pretty good routine...
Typically we all start tossing and turning until Ryan gets up and makes the coffee :) Then we all sit up in our Charlie and the chocolate factory-esque bed, patiently awaiting our morning fix. We wait sitting snuggly in our respective bed, not wanting to touch the frigid marble floor with our now not-so-pampered piggs... While the machine drips the warm life fluid, we stumble, and tip-toe around bags and ropes, shoes, and chairs, to the one small bathroom we 4 have to share.
We all kinda mull around, sipping from unfamiliar mugs, gathering things that we may need for the entire day. We pack puffys, shoes, chalk, ropes, quick-draws, snacks, lunch, gloves, scarves...as the list goes on, the bags get heavier and heavier...being pretty meticulous about this process just so we don't have to break the seal prematurely and have to repack on the fly...
We and our bags squeeze through the unthinkably skinny doors of our apartment, and head down the stairs and toward the crag that awaits :) We stroll through town, still not saying much, but less temperamental than and hour or so ago. I still can't believe how simple the life is on this island. The most picturesque white and blue and peach buildings. Shutters, functional, not just for looks, on all the windows. Beautifully ornate iron rails around the homes and balconies, it's absolutely breathtaking. Meandering down the middle of the road in this tiny town can be quite dangerous, but there are no sidewalks, so you have to be on your toes. Tiny cars and scooters come flying around the tight corners, and I mean Flying... at the end of town we've found a tiny coffee/gilato shop that is our last caffein stop before the gnarly uphill chalice slope to our heaven :)
We spend our days laughing, and joking, and sometimes we even rock climb :) OH MY GOD the rock climbing!!
This style of climbing is so damn RAD!! Climbing on stalactites is exhausting. The moves are so powerful and unrelenting it's insane! So overhung, long and stout (yes I'm still talking about the rock climbing). Between the approaches and the full climbing days, we're gonna go home chiseled and ready to eff up our desert crags :)
I labeled this post "groundhog day" because we get up in the same fashion every morning and have fallen into a pretty good routine...
Typically we all start tossing and turning until Ryan gets up and makes the coffee :) Then we all sit up in our Charlie and the chocolate factory-esque bed, patiently awaiting our morning fix. We wait sitting snuggly in our respective bed, not wanting to touch the frigid marble floor with our now not-so-pampered piggs... While the machine drips the warm life fluid, we stumble, and tip-toe around bags and ropes, shoes, and chairs, to the one small bathroom we 4 have to share.
We all kinda mull around, sipping from unfamiliar mugs, gathering things that we may need for the entire day. We pack puffys, shoes, chalk, ropes, quick-draws, snacks, lunch, gloves, scarves...as the list goes on, the bags get heavier and heavier...being pretty meticulous about this process just so we don't have to break the seal prematurely and have to repack on the fly...
We and our bags squeeze through the unthinkably skinny doors of our apartment, and head down the stairs and toward the crag that awaits :) We stroll through town, still not saying much, but less temperamental than and hour or so ago. I still can't believe how simple the life is on this island. The most picturesque white and blue and peach buildings. Shutters, functional, not just for looks, on all the windows. Beautifully ornate iron rails around the homes and balconies, it's absolutely breathtaking. Meandering down the middle of the road in this tiny town can be quite dangerous, but there are no sidewalks, so you have to be on your toes. Tiny cars and scooters come flying around the tight corners, and I mean Flying... at the end of town we've found a tiny coffee/gilato shop that is our last caffein stop before the gnarly uphill chalice slope to our heaven :)
We spend our days laughing, and joking, and sometimes we even rock climb :) OH MY GOD the rock climbing!!
This style of climbing is so damn RAD!! Climbing on stalactites is exhausting. The moves are so powerful and unrelenting it's insane! So overhung, long and stout (yes I'm still talking about the rock climbing). Between the approaches and the full climbing days, we're gonna go home chiseled and ready to eff up our desert crags :)
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