We walked the 220 odd steps down to the port at Oia (only to have to face going back up them drunk).
At the bottom it was time for refreshment and the chance to pick our very own lobster from the tank, taken kicking and screaming into the kitchen, did we carnivores feel guilty, put it this way does the tax man feel guilty taking our hard earned? nah.
This was Mrs Foggs first experience of a full lobster complete with shell crackers, yum was the response. The restaurant even gave us a free beer and desert, considering the lobster was 89euro a kilo, I should coco!
And then the hike back up, nothing compared to the Grand Canyon, but steep nonetheless. We even saw a topless beach down there (needless to say I needed to look at the scenery!). On the way back up we listened to some typical yanks proclaiming that there must be a bus to catch back up since no one would be expected to climb that distance on foot. Oh America we salute you.
The saying goes weathers nice wish you were here, but quite frankly we are enjoying ourselves so much we have thought of nothing but food, drink and each other.
Well we made it after arriving at checkin 1hr 40 mins too early (much to the annoyance of the checkin staff), a dodgy breaky at Frankie and Bennies and a terribly tiny seating layout on the plane. But then we did have a bottle of the fizzy water so all was well.
Oh yes Santorini here we comes. Me and the Mrs will be jetting off very shortly on a short. Luggage packed, check, moved house (again), check, been to Ireland, check. Then we is all set.
Well hello all.
And there you have it, 2 years to the day since Mrs Fogg and I moved into the little ole chestnut, we are leaving this quiet village.
Well the weekend is over, and Mrs Fogg and I have had a really nice relaxing break visiting the folks in Ireland. Any visit to Ireland would not be complete without a few Guinness and copious amounts of booze.
Well Mrs Foggy and me decided to take a short break over to see the folks in oirland. It has been a long few weeks and the next couple will be even more hectic, moving house, lots of work and then a wonderful break in Santorini.
Well a wonderful summers eve on August and it looks like one of the last ones here at ole Chestnut Cottage. Fingers crossed we will be moving more rural (well providing the estate agents and lanlords can sort their acts out.
Yup another sat night and a bottle of Poo and Vino, woo hoo. Mrs Fogg worked until 11pm last night and 6 hours today, boo hoo. So we had a glass or so of our fave tipple tonight with home cooked steak.