Sail Away

Yeah, this wacko family
would probably do something
like that

You know those families that go on vacation, all dressed in the same color so that the little kids won’t get lost... or if they do get lost, they’ll remember what color their parents are wearing?  Embarrassingly enough, Adair and I began our adventure to Greece--when I say adventure, I mean adventure--in precisely the same way.  

The uniform? Hot pink v-necks and black sweats. 

Pre-planned? Absolutely not. 

Did it look pre-planned? Oh hell yes. 

We couldn’t figure out why the guards outside of the cruise ship were throwing us such glares. UhmHmm the fact that we looked like two twenty-year-old girls playing “twins” for the day may have had something to do with it.

Anyhow, Greece was beautiful. Are you surprised? Probably not. I can honestly say that it was the brightest place I have ever seen. Strange statement, but one-hundred-percent true. I exited the ship and walked directly into the sun or at least what I imagine it would feel like to walk directly into the sun. With my sunglasses on, my weekend began.

Sadly, essentially everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong during our little, Greek getaway.  Overbooked trains to and fro, lost ferry reservations, cancelled kayak safaris, and one, sick, little Adair.  We did, however, get to amp up those suntans that we’ve been working on, in addition to attending a Greek-themed toga party hosted by our hostel.

Things that the hostel should consider? Providing “How-To-Make-A-Toga” instructions.  Adair and I are very crafty people. We love dresses. We own a lot of dresses. Sure, I’ve never put together a toga before, but really how hard could it be? The two of us returned from a day at the beach and spent a full (well this is embarrassing) 2 hours standing in front of the mirror, twisting, folding, and tying ourselves up in these ridiculous, pink sheets. The level of frustration on the trip hit an all time high, until at last Adair maneuvered the wad of fabric into a grecian gown. Thank the lord.

The trip ended with Adair and I, sitting in the backseat of the hostel’s shuttle bus to the port, fifteen minutes before departure.  Passengers are supposed to arrive two hours prior. We’re watching the minutes tick past on the clock while the song “Sail Away” is blaring (appropriately) out of the car’s speakers. No worries, we made it.

Now, it is 90 degrees and sunny in the beautiful city of Florence which is now especially inundated with tourists... Great for the city’s tourism, bad for the city’s biking population. I may have casually grazed a person's backside last week. Whoops! 

Here, I was going to write a little tidbit about how happy I am that I haven’t run into the cast of "Jersey Shore."  I’m sure everyone in America is well aware that the trashy, MTV reality series decided to drop off the group of hair-gelled, fake-baked stars in the center of Renaissance history and culture. Anyhow, what I was going to write no longer applies. After class this afternoon, the three of us walked directly passed the "the situation."

Luckily, that wasn't my only celebrity sighting of the week! Yesterday, I was actually so overjoyed when I jogged past our favorite professor in the park that I immediately informed my friends about it. Clearly they were jealous.       

Look at that Tiffany-blue
suit jacket and tell me
he's not a champ!