After dinner it was time to grab our drinks and head to the fisherman’s village about a 30 minute walk form the house to celebrate the longest day of the year. It wasn’t as cool as the lighting of the fires in Austria that I went to a few years ago, but it was still a lot of fun. We all stood around the fire, music was playing, and there was an oversized swing we got to play on (once we kindly asked the kids to let us on). I tried to record Chris’s niece saying the time every so often to see the timeline of the “setting” sun, but around midnight she decided she’d had enough and it was time to go home… so that stopped. I believe it was 1:30 when it hit the darkest it was going to get, so we stuck around a little bit longer and then started our walk back to the house. Instead of cutting through the forest like we’d done on our way there, we went along the beach. It took probably about an hour but the view was beautiful and there weren’t too many mosquitos. We could see the sun coming back up and the moon at the same time (which I guess you can always see, but at 2am, it’s not expected). Once we were all back, it was time to crash- and crash we did- until 11am (which was the schedule for the rest of the vacation).