Heraklion in Crete was our first stop on our Greek adventure. Our friend John (aka Country lawyer) decided to come with us on the first half of our trip. After a raucous night out with Leo's coworkers...with too many shots of whiskey consumed...we hopped on a train the next bleary-eyed day to Gatwick airport where we sat around getting antsy, since we are the only people that still get to the airport in the prescribed "2 hours before your flight departs". A couple of pints and some lunch later, we were on our way aboard a very comfortable EasyJet flight (which is a very budget airline for those of you who don't know) which had leather seats, plenty of leg room, and they even showed a movie (the latest Indiana Jones, which I don't recommend to anyone). We got in to Heraklion around 10 pm, dropped off our stuff at the Hotel Rea and headed for Lion's Square, which we were informed had many bars, restaurants, and souvlaki shops. Seated at a souvlaki shop, with some food, and beers, we toasted to the Mediterranean lifestyle and began our vacation.
The next day consisted of walking around the city, which we found out was actually rather small, since we kept finding ourselves back at the same locations time and time again. We also went searching for the Archaeological Museum, which on that day, we weren't able to find. The main problem is that maps in guidebooks never actually list all of the street names and never show you things like elevation, which was necessary in Heraklion since it is quite hilly in parts. And Heraklion suffers from a lack of street signs, so the entire time we were there we were utterly lost. We did wander into a portion of the agora (the market) where we found a small taverna which served mainly fish...and where we had our first amazing Greek meal. We didn't really know what we were ordering and relied upon the help of the waitress, who I guess, seeing that we were Americans, decided we could eat a great quantity of food. A large plate of fresh fried calamari, a huge Greek salad, then three whole grilled mackerels (we had thought we'd be getting three small sardine-like fish to share) arrived in front of us.
But we managed to eat it all!
The next day we thought we'd head a bit out of the city to see the ruins of Knossos, where King Minos lived and where the stories of the labyrinth and the Minotaur were born. Again, due to lack of street signs, winding roads, and out of date guidebook information, we spent a long time looking for the bus to take us out to the site. Eventually, Leo found someone to ask for directions, and thanks to his awesome language skills, we found the bus and got to Knossos. The site is quite big and full of pushy tour groups, but we still enjoyed ourselves. The reconstructed parts of Knossos really do help you get a sense of what it might have looked like (so three cheers for Sir Aurthur Evans).
Once back in the city, we took a bit of a siesta, then reconvened for some drinks, followed by a few more drinks in our favorite Heraklion dive bar...Route 66 (I think we went there every night we were there). The place played mainly classic rock music, and the occasionally cheesy 80s ballad, and was full of young Cretan, rather than German tourists (who were everywhere else). We were sitting there playing cards and drinking ouzo, when we struck up a conversation with a guy from Athens, who was stationed in Crete for his compulsory service in the Army.
He shared some freshly brined olives with us, and we bought another round of ouzo, and spent the night discussing politics and the workings of the world.
The next morning, we took a bus to the south of Crete, to the beach at Matala. The drive across the island was beautiful and quite frightening (with tons of narrow roads along the mountains, with drop-offs below filled with car parts). The beach at Matala was equally as impressive as the drive.
The beach is in a bay, surrounded by cliffs on either side, full of wind-carved caves. The caves were originally Roman tombs, but in the 60s, they were inhabited by hippies (including Cat Stevens and Joni Mitchell) looking to live in a beautiful place but not pay for it.
We came back from our day at the beach sun burned, exhausted, and looking forward to our next day's adventure...Santorini.
Although it was a bit overcast and chilly (the only time on the entire trip) we found a bar with a constant stream of the Rolling Stones playing over the speakers, and we sat and drank and played cards for a few hours before catching the bus back to Fira...once we found the bus stop...and once the bus actually showed up. 
On our last day, we went up to the north end of the island to the town of Oia. Again, we took Mario's suggestion and headed down the 300+ old stone steps to the small port
where we had an amazing lunch of freshly caught octopus and fish as we looked out on the boats that brought the fish in that morning. 
Rather than climb back up the steps, we found out that there was a ship that went from the port to another small port loser to Fira, so we figured we'd hop aboard. 
We were dropped off at the port near Fira where the two options to get up the cliff are to take the funicular or to ride a donkey up the steep and windy path. We opted for the funicular to get back up to the top.
