Sometimes you just have to jump...

After a morning of visiting more ruins, we went to Matala beach. It's known as the hippie beach, since there are caves where hippies lived in the 1970's.

Check out the photo above. To the right of the center is a person standing on a cliff. We swam out to there, climbed up on the rocks and pencil-jumped into the water from the cliff. I was all excited to cliff-jump. When I got up on the rock, though, I looked down and the water seemed sooo far away. My heart was beating so loud, I thought the German boy who helped me climb up could probably hear it. I took a deep breath and jumped. I floated back to shore, grinning the whole way, proud I had taken the plunge.