I should really start working on my Contiki 2012 - London-Paris-Rome review, but I had a really bad sleep last night and I need to get things off my chest so they stop haunting me. For the time being anyways.
Sometimes, I have night terrors. I don't always remember my dreams per say, but they usually have a common theme; someone is trying to hurt me. And it's not even always waking up screaming or completely terrorized, that hasn't happened in a while, but I'll wake up every now and then, or every hour, and just be scared in general, and immensely sad.
I am usually pretty open about my past, not that I brag about it, but I am also not ashamed of it. I survived it. I like to say I am a better person for it and I wouldn't be where I am if I hadn't gone through all that. I do not wish violence on anyone, but surviving it, it changes you. Of course, sometimes I have a scared moment, out of nowhere, like, doing the dishes with Rick at home and then he'll just do something like opening a cupboard and for whatever reason, I'll see that as a threat and cower, shriek and cover my face. And then I apologize to him, because he is so hurt by that. It's instinctive. Still.
99% of the time, I act like I'm OK. Of course I am, I survived, and look, I'm stronger because of it. It also makes people who care about me feel better, it reassures them to see that I am OK. Truth is though, sometimes I'm not. I have scars, if not actual physical ones (Thank God for that), I still have scars. The anxiety is only one part of it. Anxiety in general is manageable, if you put the time and energy into it. Night terrors, they're so random and less and less frequent that I don't really worry about them, much. There is one part of it, pretty rare, but that really sticks with me though, I'm not quite sure how to call it, so I'll describe it. It happens in a public place, and my heart stops and I get cold sweat. I don't even know why yet. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see HIM. (If you know me, you know who I mean, if not, let's call him L, because I don't like to say his name. There's power in names. And he has none over me anymore.) Of course, it is never him, I have been lucky enough to never see him again after my father made him leave town, but subconsciously, I recognized something of him, his walk, his hair, his jaw, a laugh, in that random stranger. Just out of the corner of my eye, before I even realize, and my body goes into complete panic mode. That pisses me off more than anything. Because I thought I was stronger than that. Because I really believe that if I was to ever see him again, I would be strong enough to ignore him, pretend I don't know him.
That's a lie. I don't think I'd be able to do that. I'd probably be scared. Not of him, because I will never let anyone lay a hand on me ever again, least of all him. But scared of the memories. Scared of the pain and the hurt those memories bring with them. I really hope that I am lucky enough that the day this happens, if ever, I'll have someone with me, someone that can just hold my hand, that will understand I'm scared, and that it is all I need. To just know I am not alone.
The being alone is another scar of mine, I think. Although this one is not of L's doing alone, it was completed by J after that. Being alone is not necessarily a bad thing, it can even be a choice. I like to say my situation is by choice. And on a twisted level, it is true. I did move 900 km away 5 years ago. And then, I focused more on the language issues and proving to myself I was good enough, than trying to meet people and build myself a network of friends. And then years later, you realize you are basically alone. My English is good enough, sometimes, I do have a great job, I make good money and I even bought a house this year. But as for love, Nada. I'm not always sure if it's about me not trusting a guy not to end up hurting me, or just not being willing to open up enough. I usually think it's simpler to be alone. I have good friends, a good life, that is usually plenty enough for me.
But I have to be clear, they did not win. They might have spent years telling me I was not good enough, that no one would ever love me, but I don't buy it. They did not "break" me. That's one thing I am sure of, I am not broken. I am so not perfect either, but being told I am broken is probably the highest form of insult you can throw at me. Hope is something no one will ever take away from me. You can't survive without hope. I won't be alone all my life. And I know how it's going to happen, it will be unexpected. One step at a time. Feeling lonely once in a while is human nature, no matter how surrounded, we all feel it at times.
I keep talking about surviving and how violence changes you. One thing that never cease to amaze me, is when I talk about it to people who didn't know me back then, or didn't know about this part of my past, can hardly believe it. Because of my attitude now, because I am a happy, sassy, silly girl now. I do take that as a compliment. Because it is not always about surviving, it's about moving past it. I am happy. I am proud of my life and myself (that part is harder to say). It will never happen again, no matter how scared or sad I sometimes get, no matter how badly I want someone to love me sometimes, I know that I am worth so much more.
It's funny how much writing is liberating. I started this post because I had had a bad night, and I was a bit scared and sad. And look at me now, it changed from a sad post to a "I'm proud of myself" post. I am moving past this and that is good. But I also know the anxiety of those years will follow me around for the rest of my life, it's up to me how I deal with it now :)
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Post Contiki Greece 2011 - A Video!
Contiki: Spotlight on Greece + 7 days Med cruise - Review
First thing I have to say: Take a day in between the night you fly back and going back to work. I had never experienced jet lag before, and thought that 8 hours was going to be a peanut; but I was wrong. I got so very sick when I landed in Greece, but the return to Canada was pretty brutal too. Felt like it took me a week to get a sleeping pattern somewhat decent. But it was so so worth it, I didn't care too much.
The trip itself was the experience of a lifetime, emotional at times, and something I will never forget. It changed me. I don't care if it's Cliché, it did. Greece and all it's history and Temples had been something I had dreamed about all my life, and to be able to set foot there, it's hard to explain. It woke something in me. Of course, now I have the travel bug and will have many more adventures, but Greece was my first love, it will always hold a special place in my heart. You can never forget your first ;)
As for the Contiki part of it. It is certainly not for everyone. I liked it, for a single female travelling by herself, it offered the perfect atmosphere. I love the idea of travelling alone but meeting 40 + new friends. It is well-enough organized, even though I thought the cruise part of it was lacking. My real disappointment was about the tour separating after Athens, not staying with the same group the whole time. But that's how it goes, a lot of smaller tours merge together or go their own way. (Every other Contiki I've taken have turned out like that as well...)
Would I do a Contiki again? Hell yes. (Actually, I have gone on 2 more since Greece, and still loving it!)
The trip itself was the experience of a lifetime, emotional at times, and something I will never forget. It changed me. I don't care if it's Cliché, it did. Greece and all it's history and Temples had been something I had dreamed about all my life, and to be able to set foot there, it's hard to explain. It woke something in me. Of course, now I have the travel bug and will have many more adventures, but Greece was my first love, it will always hold a special place in my heart. You can never forget your first ;)
As for the Contiki part of it. It is certainly not for everyone. I liked it, for a single female travelling by herself, it offered the perfect atmosphere. I love the idea of travelling alone but meeting 40 + new friends. It is well-enough organized, even though I thought the cruise part of it was lacking. My real disappointment was about the tour separating after Athens, not staying with the same group the whole time. But that's how it goes, a lot of smaller tours merge together or go their own way. (Every other Contiki I've taken have turned out like that as well...)
Would I do a Contiki again? Hell yes. (Actually, I have gone on 2 more since Greece, and still loving it!)
Thursday, November 21, 2013
After Contiki - Leaving Athens / Returning Home
Monday September 18th, 2011. - Leaving Athens.
So this morning was time to say goodbye to Greece, hopefully not forever (I'm not done with you! One day I will have a significant other and we will come back, you mark my words ;) )
But anyways, I won't bore you too much with my details of getting my bags down to the front desk, in those narrow steep stairs, three floors down, nor will I tell you about my anxiety attack at waiting over an hour for my transfer to show up. (In a car, when I had booked a van, and that I had to keep my bags on me, because we were at full capacity.) It's all part of the adventure, even though it might irritate you at first. It's all in the details and how you look at them.
The trip to the airport was uneventful, checking-in, dropping my suitcase and passing through security was normal as well, except for the extra security and the fact that you couldn't take 10 steps in one direction without someone asking to see your passport. But with all the trouble I had seen in Athens throughout the week, I wasn't that surprised. (Turns out the airport shut down the next day for a few days when everyone went on strike....)
I obviously didn't understand how airports and duty-free worked (I had never been anywhere but within Canada or the States until now.) Because I somehow thought, no need to shop right now, or go get some food at the million restaurants, I'll wait on the other side. Well yeah, DUH. I found myself stranded in a waiting area, looking in at the restaurants and duty-frees. Only a couple vending machines and that one cafe kiosk-thingy on our side. So I missed out on the exciting last-minute shopping. Which was probably a good thing, as I had bought quite a lot already. But I was hungry and didn't like feeling cooped up on such a small space.
And of course the plane was late, kept being delayed and delayed, ended up leaving almost 2 hours later than scheduled. I felt bad for my roommate Rick, who was supposed to pick me up at the airport, but I figured he'd check the schedule and see the arrival time had changed. It's not like I carried my phone with me or anything. (He didn't check departures and arrival times, and showed up an hour before we were scheduled to land, so he ended up waiting over 3 hours for me. Let's say that since then, I have booked my own transport from the airport lol)
Same drill on the flight back, lots and lots to drink, Air Transat and their +++ packages seriously rock, and after that it was back to reality. Sad but true, all good things must come to an end.!
So this morning was time to say goodbye to Greece, hopefully not forever (I'm not done with you! One day I will have a significant other and we will come back, you mark my words ;) )
But anyways, I won't bore you too much with my details of getting my bags down to the front desk, in those narrow steep stairs, three floors down, nor will I tell you about my anxiety attack at waiting over an hour for my transfer to show up. (In a car, when I had booked a van, and that I had to keep my bags on me, because we were at full capacity.) It's all part of the adventure, even though it might irritate you at first. It's all in the details and how you look at them.
The trip to the airport was uneventful, checking-in, dropping my suitcase and passing through security was normal as well, except for the extra security and the fact that you couldn't take 10 steps in one direction without someone asking to see your passport. But with all the trouble I had seen in Athens throughout the week, I wasn't that surprised. (Turns out the airport shut down the next day for a few days when everyone went on strike....)
I obviously didn't understand how airports and duty-free worked (I had never been anywhere but within Canada or the States until now.) Because I somehow thought, no need to shop right now, or go get some food at the million restaurants, I'll wait on the other side. Well yeah, DUH. I found myself stranded in a waiting area, looking in at the restaurants and duty-frees. Only a couple vending machines and that one cafe kiosk-thingy on our side. So I missed out on the exciting last-minute shopping. Which was probably a good thing, as I had bought quite a lot already. But I was hungry and didn't like feeling cooped up on such a small space.
And of course the plane was late, kept being delayed and delayed, ended up leaving almost 2 hours later than scheduled. I felt bad for my roommate Rick, who was supposed to pick me up at the airport, but I figured he'd check the schedule and see the arrival time had changed. It's not like I carried my phone with me or anything. (He didn't check departures and arrival times, and showed up an hour before we were scheduled to land, so he ended up waiting over 3 hours for me. Let's say that since then, I have booked my own transport from the airport lol)
Same drill on the flight back, lots and lots to drink, Air Transat and their +++ packages seriously rock, and after that it was back to reality. Sad but true, all good things must come to an end.!
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
After Contiki - Athens 3
Sunday September 17th, 2011. - Alone in Athens Part 2.
So, today was my last full day in Greece. I had to take the plane back tomorrow morning, and be back at work bright and early on Tuesday morning.
(*Trust me, allow some jet lag time-adjustment if you're not used to it... I now try to book a day in before my return and work...)
So, this morning, I had booked a half-day trip to Cape Sounion (Cap Sùnion) through my Hotel. So I packed a bag, and head out to the square for more walking around before the rendez-vous point, at a different hotel. Of, course, I had to go see the changing of the guards again, it is such a dance. Grabbed an iced coffee, I still say we don't do coffee right around here, and then started the day's adventure.
I wanted to go there, to see the Temple of Poseidon, my main purpose for visiting Greece was to see as many temples and ruins as I possibly could after all. And I was not disappointed, it was magnificent. It took close to 2 hours to get there, they let you loose with some information for about an hour (can't get lost, it's a Temple on top of a hill, surrounded by the Aegean Sea) and then they drive you back.
So, today was my last full day in Greece. I had to take the plane back tomorrow morning, and be back at work bright and early on Tuesday morning.
(*Trust me, allow some jet lag time-adjustment if you're not used to it... I now try to book a day in before my return and work...)
So, this morning, I had booked a half-day trip to Cape Sounion (Cap Sùnion) through my Hotel. So I packed a bag, and head out to the square for more walking around before the rendez-vous point, at a different hotel. Of, course, I had to go see the changing of the guards again, it is such a dance. Grabbed an iced coffee, I still say we don't do coffee right around here, and then started the day's adventure.
I wanted to go there, to see the Temple of Poseidon, my main purpose for visiting Greece was to see as many temples and ruins as I possibly could after all. And I was not disappointed, it was magnificent. It took close to 2 hours to get there, they let you loose with some information for about an hour (can't get lost, it's a Temple on top of a hill, surrounded by the Aegean Sea) and then they drive you back.
I highly recommend a visit to Sounion, the scenery is breathtaking, it is Beach-a-palooza and the Temple itself is absolutely impressive. The sound of the waves, the sun shining down on you, it is so easy to let your imagination running wild. Myself, I teared up a little, again. What? every time my mind was blown I had to check with myself that I was really here, that it was all real. Dreams do come true when you work hard.
And the drive back was just as lovely, after I've had a quick cold Mythos on the Patio of the Cafe, and of course bought a few trinkets. The sun was slowly setting over the sea, the pictures were quite awesome. But I was also worried about experiencing this trip through a lens, so I put my camera back in my bag, put on my earphones, sat back and just looked out the window, soaking it all in.
Back to the hotel, at the end of the day, sadly, it was time to start packing, for checking out the next morning. But not before I picked up some more gyros down the street. Then, I decided I just couldn't leave beer in the mini-fridge, and that I had to drink it all, while trying to repack my suitcase, and watching movies. I managed it all, even though the last of my night is a bit blurry, but I blame it on the tiredness, not the alcohol ;) Same goes for my suitcase, which was overflowing with stuff, and my carry-on too. Oh well.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
After Contiki - Athens 2
Saturday September 16th, 2011. - Alone in Athens.
So, most of my group were gone by now, and I was all alone in that sketchy little Hotel-Motel. Still with the coffee table in front of the door, I slept well, considering I did not feel safe at all. It was so nice not to have to be up at 7am, and not have someone else in the room with me. I slept a little bit in, then had a long shower, ate some of the groceries I had bought the night before, and then decided to get started on my day.
I spoke to the clerk downstairs, seeing what kind of activities they could book on my behalf, and I decided for a half-day trip the next day to Cape Sounion, so I could visit Poseidon's temple. It was about 50 Euros, but included round trip transport, so I figured why not.
For today, I decided to use my tickets for the Hop-On Hop-Off bus to get around town and try to see/visit as much as I possibly could. This system is pretty amazing. I did a full round, listening to the commentary, watching people and studying the map, before even coming up with a plan on where to stop and what to do. It was a really great day. I saw and did pretty much everything I wanted to, and took tons of pictures. I spent about 3 hours at the Athens Archaeological Museum. It was a dream come true. So many statues and so many of them in such good state. It was unbelievable. It seemed to be in a pretty sketchy area though, so the 20 minutes waiting for the bus to come around made me pretty anxious. (This was 2 years ago, when things started to escalate in Greece, so there was a lot of homeless people, beggars and armed people around. Not the most reassuring feeling in the world when you're a solo female traveller...)
I also spent some time by the remains of Zeus and Hera's Temple, which was awesome too. Athens is amazingly easier to navigate than I thought. The Hop-on Hop-Off bus was a blessing and allowed me to have a great day! The only time I regretted not being with a group and just by myself, when when trying to take pictures, I suck at selfies haha! Oh well, the importance thing is the souvenirs, not necessarily my stupid faces in front of stuff ;)
I had made plans for dinner with another girl from Contiki who was still around for one day, but I completely misunderstood, and we ended up not seeing each other. I sorta stood her up at the restaurant. But in my defense, it wasn't on purpose, I really misunderstood the plans and I felt horrible and apologize via Facebook so many times.
I found myself a Gyros place, grabbed a few ones to go, locked myself back into my room, watched TV on my DVD player and had a few drinks and had an early quiet night. A long day out in the sun at 40 something degrees, not something I was used to before this trip, so I was spent.Thursday, February 7, 2013
End of Contiki : Athens 1
Friday September 15th, 2011. Athens.
Today was the "Official" end of this Contiki adventure. We've had to put our luggage outside our rooms last night, so it would get dropped off at the port while we got off. It was very early, as we had to check-out and settle our bills for 7h45. Of course, most of us had a very late/early drunk night, and/or we weren't packed or we had bills to settle, and all that kind of fun stuff. I like to think I'm organized, so very early, I was finished packing my day bag, I was showered and dressed and I was lining up at reception to get my final bill (although I was smart enough to make final credit card payment last night, we still had to make sure I didn't make any more charges to my room card). All of this was taken care of, I was able to go and enjoy a last bit of breakfast. I also made sure to leave a very generous tip to my "maids" in various currencies and wrote up a nice feedback card as well.
It was far from the usual feast, as the cruise was ending and everyone was getting off and in a record time, they had to start the process all over again. The work these guys put in to turn everything around in a few hours is nothing short of amazing. It was impressive. We did feel a little rushed, as the instructions weren't exactly clear as to where to meet and when. (Contiki vs Official directions.)
We did manage to get off the ship, always missing a few people here and there. Once off, we all had to wait around and try to find our bags, and then after everything was settled and we could try to make our way out to the bus, we realized we had an extra set of suitcases. Someone still wasn't off the ship. So we played the waiting game, and let me tell you, people get very pissy very fast about that. On one side, I can understand since I am very anal about punctuality myself and would vote to leave people behind when they're late. But on the other side, sometimes, just sometimes, there are valid reasons for people to be late, and it doesn't matter which way it goes, name-calling and general rudeness and bitchiness and never acceptable. At least in my book, but apparently, I own a very outdated version that no cares about anymore. (FYI- in this case, it was a valid reason that the person got held up on the ship.)
It's about 9 am by then and we have 3 options: You take a cab to the airport or wherever your hotel is if you're staying longer or the bus will drop off most of the remaining group at the President's Hotel or lastly, they can drop some of us up downtown, at Syngtama Square. I chose the last option, as I had booked a small room right downtown for my next 3 nights. I made plans with a few girls staying at the President's to meet them back up at 6pm for a farewell dinner.
So I was now on my own with my big/full suitcase downtown Athens, looking for my hotel. I knew it was on the same street as the previous one we were at, but that was about it. So I had only a general idea of where I was going, and we were litterally just dropped off at the corner of the square, no time to say Goodbyes or anything. I noticed there seemed to be some kind of protests going on in the aquare and in front of the parliement, so I tried to stay out of the way. There were a lot of police and army around. Of course, when I got to the hotel, completely exhausted and sweaty, I was told that I wouldn't be able to check-in until after 2pm. It was barely 10am. This was going to be a long day. I sat at a cafe for a while, sipping on an way overpriced iced coffee, and then spent the rest of the day on the roof terrace, nodding off with my book. When I was finally allowed in my room, up on the 3rd floor with with narrow and steep staircases, it was almost 3 pm. I locked the door and put the coffee table in front of it, not sure who that would've stopped if they really wanted in.
I enjoyed a refreshing 2 hours nap and almost cancelled on the farewell dinner, I just wanted to sleep more. But I dragged myself in the shower, got ready and went downstairs to give my key back and tell them I was going out for dinner. It was a very small place, maybe a dozen rooms, with real keys, so whenever you were leaving, you had to leave your key with them. I walked back to the square, feeling a bit nervous with all the armed "security" people in the street, and I hopped in a cab to get me to the other side of town, to meet with the group.
There were only 6 of us who met and decided to ask for a restaurant near by and walk there to enjoy a last traditionnal dinner, as most of us were leaving tomorrow. The restaurant we were sent to was wonderful. I do wish I remembered the name so I could recommend it to everyone, but sadly I don't. But it was absolutely the best. At first, the staff didn't seem impressed to see us walk in as the place was empty and they were watching some basketball game on TV. But we got a nice table outside and a very nice waiter. We got a huge starter of Tzaziki and bread and a cold beer. After that we switched to the house white which was very good and I had some seafood pasta, and it was delicious. Mid-meal, the waiter brought us another pitcher of wine, on the house!!! And when we were done eating and just chatting away, he brought over for each of us a piece of baklava, again on the house. Wow, who were we to say no to baklava? And it was one of the best I have had. And even after all that, he came back with 7 shots of Ouzo, again on the house, so we could have a cheer with him.
Well, after 2 weeks in Greece, I had been very proud that I stayed clear of Ouzo, not wanting to suffer the consequences, but it would have been rude to refuse. So we clinked and drank. My that was horrible. Like drinking gasoline. It went straight to my head and I felt instantly drunk. Seperating the bill was fun, as we are all generous tipper, we always seemed to end up with as much tip as the main bill. It took a long time to figure that one out lol But so much fun was had!!! We then walked to the supermarket close by to buy bottled water and I also decided I should buy snacks and beer and diet-pepsi. It was too much to carry on a normal day, so imagine when drunk-ish. I saw the rest of the group back to the hotel and then took another cab back to mine. I watched TV for a bit but I was glad to finally go to bed and get to sleep in tomorrow. I had nothing planned but to take the hop-on hop-off bus to get to the sights I hadn't been yet.
Today was the "Official" end of this Contiki adventure. We've had to put our luggage outside our rooms last night, so it would get dropped off at the port while we got off. It was very early, as we had to check-out and settle our bills for 7h45. Of course, most of us had a very late/early drunk night, and/or we weren't packed or we had bills to settle, and all that kind of fun stuff. I like to think I'm organized, so very early, I was finished packing my day bag, I was showered and dressed and I was lining up at reception to get my final bill (although I was smart enough to make final credit card payment last night, we still had to make sure I didn't make any more charges to my room card). All of this was taken care of, I was able to go and enjoy a last bit of breakfast. I also made sure to leave a very generous tip to my "maids" in various currencies and wrote up a nice feedback card as well.
It was far from the usual feast, as the cruise was ending and everyone was getting off and in a record time, they had to start the process all over again. The work these guys put in to turn everything around in a few hours is nothing short of amazing. It was impressive. We did feel a little rushed, as the instructions weren't exactly clear as to where to meet and when. (Contiki vs Official directions.)
We did manage to get off the ship, always missing a few people here and there. Once off, we all had to wait around and try to find our bags, and then after everything was settled and we could try to make our way out to the bus, we realized we had an extra set of suitcases. Someone still wasn't off the ship. So we played the waiting game, and let me tell you, people get very pissy very fast about that. On one side, I can understand since I am very anal about punctuality myself and would vote to leave people behind when they're late. But on the other side, sometimes, just sometimes, there are valid reasons for people to be late, and it doesn't matter which way it goes, name-calling and general rudeness and bitchiness and never acceptable. At least in my book, but apparently, I own a very outdated version that no cares about anymore. (FYI- in this case, it was a valid reason that the person got held up on the ship.)
It's about 9 am by then and we have 3 options: You take a cab to the airport or wherever your hotel is if you're staying longer or the bus will drop off most of the remaining group at the President's Hotel or lastly, they can drop some of us up downtown, at Syngtama Square. I chose the last option, as I had booked a small room right downtown for my next 3 nights. I made plans with a few girls staying at the President's to meet them back up at 6pm for a farewell dinner.
So I was now on my own with my big/full suitcase downtown Athens, looking for my hotel. I knew it was on the same street as the previous one we were at, but that was about it. So I had only a general idea of where I was going, and we were litterally just dropped off at the corner of the square, no time to say Goodbyes or anything. I noticed there seemed to be some kind of protests going on in the aquare and in front of the parliement, so I tried to stay out of the way. There were a lot of police and army around. Of course, when I got to the hotel, completely exhausted and sweaty, I was told that I wouldn't be able to check-in until after 2pm. It was barely 10am. This was going to be a long day. I sat at a cafe for a while, sipping on an way overpriced iced coffee, and then spent the rest of the day on the roof terrace, nodding off with my book. When I was finally allowed in my room, up on the 3rd floor with with narrow and steep staircases, it was almost 3 pm. I locked the door and put the coffee table in front of it, not sure who that would've stopped if they really wanted in.
I enjoyed a refreshing 2 hours nap and almost cancelled on the farewell dinner, I just wanted to sleep more. But I dragged myself in the shower, got ready and went downstairs to give my key back and tell them I was going out for dinner. It was a very small place, maybe a dozen rooms, with real keys, so whenever you were leaving, you had to leave your key with them. I walked back to the square, feeling a bit nervous with all the armed "security" people in the street, and I hopped in a cab to get me to the other side of town, to meet with the group.
There were only 6 of us who met and decided to ask for a restaurant near by and walk there to enjoy a last traditionnal dinner, as most of us were leaving tomorrow. The restaurant we were sent to was wonderful. I do wish I remembered the name so I could recommend it to everyone, but sadly I don't. But it was absolutely the best. At first, the staff didn't seem impressed to see us walk in as the place was empty and they were watching some basketball game on TV. But we got a nice table outside and a very nice waiter. We got a huge starter of Tzaziki and bread and a cold beer. After that we switched to the house white which was very good and I had some seafood pasta, and it was delicious. Mid-meal, the waiter brought us another pitcher of wine, on the house!!! And when we were done eating and just chatting away, he brought over for each of us a piece of baklava, again on the house. Wow, who were we to say no to baklava? And it was one of the best I have had. And even after all that, he came back with 7 shots of Ouzo, again on the house, so we could have a cheer with him.
Well, after 2 weeks in Greece, I had been very proud that I stayed clear of Ouzo, not wanting to suffer the consequences, but it would have been rude to refuse. So we clinked and drank. My that was horrible. Like drinking gasoline. It went straight to my head and I felt instantly drunk. Seperating the bill was fun, as we are all generous tipper, we always seemed to end up with as much tip as the main bill. It took a long time to figure that one out lol But so much fun was had!!! We then walked to the supermarket close by to buy bottled water and I also decided I should buy snacks and beer and diet-pepsi. It was too much to carry on a normal day, so imagine when drunk-ish. I saw the rest of the group back to the hotel and then took another cab back to mine. I watched TV for a bit but I was glad to finally go to bed and get to sleep in tomorrow. I had nothing planned but to take the hop-on hop-off bus to get to the sights I hadn't been yet.
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