Disco Ferry

Madame Owner and her daughter were very happy to see that in and around the Mediterranean, the word "ferry" represents something very different than what Americans think of when they hear the word. As MO's daughter put it, "It's a baby cruise ship!" That description is a fairly good one. The only difference was the presence of rough looking truck drivers who were saving hundreds of miles of driving by traveling across the Adriatic/Ionian Seas with their vehicles. Chaos reigned once again as cabin keys were dispersed and luggage hauled (rather clumsily, I might add) down narrow passageways. I waited outside the stateroom while MO checked it out. I was nearly run over by an extremely large plastic sided suitcase named Helga.

While I recovered, MO headed to the restaurant with some fellow travelers for her first ouzo.

If you like licorice, you'll love it. MO thought it was tolerable but wouldn't be looking for it when she returned home. Still...when in Rome or Athens or someplace in between...

Dr. Fashion and the ladies, waiting for the disco to open

 Later that evening after dinner, the countdown to the opening of the disco began. Those truck drivers had taken up residence there to watch a soccer game, but as soon as the DJ set up and cranked up the music, they collected themselves and departed post haste.

So MO and her friends hit the dance floor and stayed there...for 3 and a half hours. The DJ had one batch of American music that he played repeatedly. Some European teenagers took up the rest of the floor. The boys took their shirts off. No one knew why.

They danced...

and danced...

Eventually the European teens left the dance floor and on the way out the door bowed down to MO and her companions. 

MO laughed and danced on.  Finally, she and one female student and a group of male students and their professor were the last people on the floor when the DJ motioned MO over to his booth.

"Could you and your friends please stop dancing. I have to go to bed."

MO burst out laughing.

"What time is it?"

"2:30."

"Oh."

She informed her friends

She and the girl left the floor, at which point the men claimed "Last Men Standing" status and had a comical little celebration. Had MO realized it was a competition, she'd have thought of some trick to get the men off the floor first, like telling them it was a Greek tradition or something. 

The DJ turned off the music. The lights came on.

MO spotted her daughter who had sat down ages before.

"You could have left."

"Mom, I wasn't going to leave you here alone."

They headed to their stateroom and got ready for bed. Now MO realized for the first time how tired she was. She collapsed into bed and tried to turn off the light. She couldn't find the switch for the reading light over her bed. MO's spawn showed her where hers was. MO still couldn't find the one for her light. After wasting 20 minutes or so, she pulled down the top bunk, propped me up in front of the light to block it out and climbed up to go to bed.

The next morning Greece was within sight and after a breakfast that included 5 different kinds of bread, MO and MS went up on the deck to check out the view.










Beautiful Greece, land of gods and heroes.

What a welcoming sight!