Sailing... wind or no wind?

The man from the movie Captain Morgan greeted us in Syros. Salty guy. Within 10 minutes of getting the sail boat, he ripped apart our agenda. "No wind, no Santorini"I quickly learned that a schedule is not really possible when you sail. Consequently, is not for the impatient person. God certainly had a lot to teach me these last 8 days. Nothing about sailing is quick, especially when your with a group of 8. One of my favorite evenings... we anchored off shore in a tiny bay and boated in. Around the first corner were the famous windmills, followed by old weather beaten stairs that led down to the quiet, white town of Mikonos. Restaurants sat on the edge of the water, each place beckoning you to come and eat at their delicious food. Navigating, and getting lost in the narrow, white, steep streets was definitely an experience.
Greek people perceive time in a whole different way-they throw their watches away. Everything opens about 11 or 12, or whenever they get around to it. Supermarkets, Internet cafes (mostly things we needed) did not open their sleepy eyes till 5pm! Most places ended up being reasonably priced, gyros were our favorite food both due to their price (2.00 Euros) and they were pretty tasty. (Chicken or pork, with tomatoes, feta, a cucumber sauce, and french fries) Bran tried to live off them, but after eating them for three consecutive days of lunch and dinner, it was time to branch out!
When sailing, what is worse than no winds? Gail force winds! We wanted to spend one whole day touring an island, and due to the weather decided on Kea. One day soon turned to three, for in the morning winds were wipping from 25 up to 40 knots. We even dared to make an attempt to leave on Monday morning. Moms, just skip this part..Now, I am no sailor, but let me tell you there were waves out there bigger than those that crash on shore. Neither perspective was better than the other either; Bran was actually driving the boat with a life vest on and was completely soaked, and those trapped on the inside were watching waves crash all the way up to the windows. The front starboard side of the Catamaran ducked under the water a few times!! Many prayers were shot up to heaven in a hurry! After thrashing about for what seemed like forever, which was infact only 20 min, we decided that it might not be the safest idea. So, we turned around. How do I know it was really that bad? Cause when I asked Bran if we were ok while we were out at sea, he said yes... it was only until we pulled back into the bay that he admitted it was pretty scketchy.
Anyway, back to Kea. It was the quintessential small town, where we were pretty much the only tourists. Scooters are the way to go in all of Greece really, and after much convincing, I got Brandon to rent us one for the day. -Apparently racing along tiny winding, and mostly dirt streets did not appeal to him. Ill let him fill you in on the rest of the scooter details..
Greece was wonderful, and I do feel very spoiled having started this adventure on a beautiful sailboat, with our own room, a window to watch the stars at night, very clear blue waters, good food, great company, friendly Greek people, and a little bit of a tan. I am afraid those will be some high expectations for the next weeks to come!