So I successfully met up with my sister in Athens, and we unfortunately had to bid my friend Callie adieu. Since then I have accumulated too many stories, I will have to expand on all of them another time:

Being attacked by hotel security, cray goose hunts from island to island looking for our other two traveling companions, buses full of miniature blue-and-white clad soccer players, canoeing across the Aegean sea, betting cigarettes jail-style in beach poker, crazy Albanians and Canadians, the Underverse of the sea, the incredibly high intellect of taxi cab drivers, fortunes in Greek coffee grounds, and many many more. I realize that these probably mean nothing to you people, but just take comfort in the fact that I find them thoroughly amusing.

Currently I am on the island of Mykonos in all its white-and-blue beauty. We are staying at the beautiful Paradise Beach soaking up the Mediterranean sun, wandering the winding avenues of the Mykonos town, eating fresh calamari and moussaka right on the water, and loving life. I've probably said it before, but I love the Greek Islands. Where else can you be on a bus where the driver stops the bus for a while to chat with his buddy driving a cab past, and throws him a pack of cigarettes through the window? Where else can you go that if you don't have enough money to pay for your groceries at the local store, the old man working the counter says, (think Greek accent) "Do not vorry. You come back tomarrow." Where else can you find giant pelicans meandering the streets like they own them? And where else can you wear a watch, and then realize that time really plays no part in life here? I love Greece.