![]() Perhaps we were oversaturated with island hopping by that point, but we felt that Paros was touristy and expensive for no reason. Overall, we didn’t love Paros and thought it was a little overrated. On our second day we took a water taxi to Monastiri Beach, where we had a lovely afternoon lounging around, and spent the latter half of the day eating gelato and enjoying the town. I was a little disappointed at first, but quickly realized that we could explore the streets of Paros without dealing with the crowds the town usually sees! Electricity was restored within a few hours, but we were lucky to get nice photos before the hustle and bustle returned. We were surprised to see a lot of the cafes closed in the middle of the day, especially on a weekend, until a shop owner informed us that the town was experiencing a power outage with no estimated timeline for a resolution. The next morning we took a 30 minute ferry to the island of Paros, where we stayed in a seaside town called Naoussa. Josh is fine, and moreover we’re grateful for how easy the entire process of getting medical attention was. This whole expedition took under an hour and cost us under $30!! In fact, we still made our dinner reservations early that evening. We then walked to the pharmacy for the prescribed antibiotics and tetanus shot which he received on the spot. We walked to the hospital where Josh was seen by a doctor who cleaned out and wrapped the wound and shared next steps. It is here, ladies and gentlemen where the miracle of functional healthcare appeared before us. ( It’s worth noting I stopped for ice cream before this and that it was quite good.) Once on shore, we spent some time debating if stitches were necessary and decided to head to urgent care. The crew and I made an instant silent pack to pretend that the wound wasn’t that bad, while a speedo sporting Frenchman on the boat looked at Josh’s foot and grimaced with a heavily accented “ ouch!“. (Josh politely obliged and we now have this exact moment captured for eternity.) Once we returned to our catamaran and Josh’s wound started dripping bright red blood onto the sparkling white deck, we quickly realized that it wasn’t just a scratch. I, not fully understanding the gravitas of the situation, asked him to swim around a little and pose for a photo in the bright blue sea. While climbing down from a rock formation to hop back into the sea and swim to our boat, Josh accidentally gouged a chunk of his foot on a rock. We spent our second day on an all day sail around the island, stopping at hidden coves, diving off the catamaran and swimming onto secluded beaches. After exploring the town, we hopped on a 20 minute bus ride to the nearby beaches were we lounged all afternoon. We loved walking through the Old Market, popping into shops and getting lost. Naxos felt like a quieter Mykonos, with similar white wall and grey stone winding alleys (sans tourists). These islands had a much slower, calmer pace. ![]() Sandwiched between the touristy Mykonos and Santorini, we spent two days each in Naxos and Paros. ![]()
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