odd little bean

day 5: drinking and dancing the night away at club caprice in honor of nick’s 30th birthday, we revel in the fact that there are no rules in greece and I can dance on top of couches in bars; but the morning sobers us up when we find poseidon stirring up his sea soup, and we ride on a ferry full of violently vomiting europeans from bow to stern.

day 6: being on a greek island surrounded by french people makes me feel even more like a fish out of water, which i didn’t think was possible; c’est la vie.

day 7: it turns out that there IS something more dreadful and curmudgeonly than border patrol officers on the US/canadian border: local bus drivers in santorini.

day 8: our magazine pile starts shrinking, our photography collection starts growing, and our love of oia holds.

day 9: after climbing up and down 9 or 10 different dead-ending long and narrow sets of stairs, i discover that “you can’t get heeah from theyah” is more of a universal claim than most new englanders think, but we eventually stumble upon our next cave.

day 10: i booked a cave suite with 2 separate private verandas, a jacuzzi, and a sunset view for a reason, and today was that reason.

day 11:  the island dogs are actually up and active at 6am while we wait for our taxi to the port, but we don’t pet them because once I got ringworm from petting a mexican shelter dog with one eyeball.

day 12: nick has a strange rash all over his body, which may or may not be contagious, but since we don’t want to be denied boarding, we keep it on the down low.