Day 10 - We Meet Sarah's Mysterious Underwater Nemesis

This morning we were again up by the usual time due to the stifling heat inside of our tent. In town, we opted to save some money by not eating at a sit-down place, so we bought a vanilla-banana cream pastry and an apple strudel at Artemis bakery and some fruit and snacks at a little market. We decided to head to Tsigrado, a beach which had been recommended to us by a couple at the ATV rental place on Thursday. When we got there we could see the cove below the cliffs and there was a person-sized rift with a rope going down the length of it. So Doug going first, we rappelled down the cliff to the sandy beach bottom.
Once on the beach we found a spot in the disappearing shade. The water felt amazing, and there was some good snorkeling around the rocks and the cave/tunnel that went from the shallow to the deep water. We also spent some time snacking and lounging around on the beach, even though the shade quickly deserted the beach as the sun rose higher. We stayed at Tsigrado for about 3 or 4 hours and it was our favorite of all the beaches we visited in the Greek Islands.
When we were ready to leave Tsigrado and move beaches, we made the ascent up the sandy rift carved in the cliff. At the top we paused to take some pictures, then got atop the ATV and drove pretty much just around the corner to Firiplaka. After parking the quad, we walked a short ways through what looked like someone's personal little waterfront dock area and we were on the beach.
The beach had two parts, a small little cove area with rocks and a longer, more crowded area shoring up to the shallow open water. We opted for the cove-like area since there weren't any people there and there was a little shade. After we settled our stuff down we went right for the water since it was hot out. Sarah went first, picking her way through the rocks to get to the open water. At the last area of rocks, though, something went wrong - she took a step forward between two rocks and felt a sharp, searing pain between her big toe and her second toe on the left foot. She yelled for Doug to come and started to cry with the intense pain and looking to see what had done the damage. Doug arrived and we hopped out of the water, Sarah still sobbing, and sat down as Doug ran to get some ice from the bar. The long cut bled only when held openm, but some of her foot swelled up and under the cut it turned kind of blue, with her entire instep feeling tender and a little tingly. The intense pain continued, so after about 20 minutes of holding the ice on, we opted to head back to the campground.
Strangely, once she was up and about for a bit, Sarah's foot stopped hurting. After hanging out for awhile we went into town to eat. We ate at an Italian restaurant which we forgot the name of and shared a Hawaiian pizza and tortellini with red sauce, which came with bread. We had some more ice cream, Sarah getting chocolate gelato and Doug attempting to use the soft-serve machine by himself to get some vanilla. We stopped on the way back to watch the sun go down. The night was calm until about 10 PM, when a wedding reception started at the restaurant at the campground. They had put a slip of paper outside our tent that morning warning that the restaurant would be closed at 5 PM for the reception and they were "sorry for the disturbance." Turns out they meant a disturbance lasting from 10 PM until 8 AM the following morning. They pumped music (mostly American, like the BeeGees) loudly all night and lit off fireworks, so we hardly slept at all that night. That's how to make a true unhappy camper!