I recently spent some time on a boat.
^Not that one. Another one.
One of the days that we were in Skiathos, we decided to hop on one of those wonderfully touristy boats. You know, the ones playing questionable music and always chock full of both a handful of youths, blissfully unaware of the existence of anyone else, and 5-6 very loud, very drunk British people. It’s quite the time to be alive, let me tell you.
A small miracle occurred and we actually got up with our alarm to take the bus into town and get on the boat. Having previously undertaken a journey calling itself “The Mamma Mia Experience!” (with the exclamation point) on another boat a few years ago, which visited the beaches featured in the film and played a solid eight hours of Abba music, we went for the more innocuously named “Anti Stress Boat”.
A name apparently very fitting, as it featured some of the most obscure music on the face of the earth and a lovely Greek woman handing out watermelon and drinks. I’ve never felt less stressed. I felt one with nature. A wave in the ocean of life. Zen, some might say.
This zen did not last long as we approached our first destination, Lalaria beach…
…And I immediately demanded a narcissistic swimsuit photoshoot in the middle of the beach (oops sorry tourists welcome to Greece opa) from my Anti Stress co-captive and sometimes Instagram Husband Electra.
Discreet = zero.
It was a cool swimsuit, ok?
In other news, this was hands down the most beautiful beach I’ve ever been to. Just LOOK at the water. It’s more beautiful than Cinderella & smelled like pine needles & looked like sunshine.
Due to testing out lighting pre-shoots I tend to end up with quite a few stunning photos of my photographers. I’m saving the best of them for future wedding slideshows, but here’s an inoffensive one I snapped of the photog of the day:
Doesn’t she look THRILLED to be taking my pics instead of enjoying the beach??? Such are the perks of being my friend. Form an orderly queue, ladies and gents.
We got back on the boat to head to our next destination, the Kastro (which, loosely translated, means “super old and at some point probably super important castle”). However upon arriving and noticing that actually getting to said Kastro required exercise in the form of climbing stairs, we opted out and planted ourselves firmly on the beach to enjoy the water and shrieks from fellow Anti-Stress captives enjoying what I guess was their first time on a boat.
After an hour of doing absolutely zero stressful activities, we got back on board. At some point we passed a cave, which I’m told has some historic significance but really just makes for a dank Instagram:
Continuing our trip to the final beach over swimming pool-like waters.
It wouldn’t be a real Anti Stress experience without some shit rosé served in the unequivocally classy drink vessel of plastic cups!
Pinkies up, because we’re L-A-D-I-E-S.
And finally heading back to town for a much-needed gyros (all this Anti Stress business is well and good but I cannot remain stress-free for long if I’m hungry) and shower.
All in all, quite the day.
Definitely one I won’t forget, even if I wanted to, because the sunburn I received from hours baking in the sun has left a lasting mark and my skin is still peeling like an orange weeks later. #justgirlythings