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Published: April 19th 2007
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The depressing realization that we were no longer on a Greek Island or on a beach called Paradise was with us until we got back to our hostel and found a nice little party. Cheapest beers in Athens they say and they are correct. Then the bar in the hostel closed... but wait they took us to the “Orange bar” (it had a orange sign). After a handful of Mythos and buying a sweet .5 liter mug from the bar for a euro and went back to my room and got a wonderful surprise of some new English friends. After a late night conversation with one of them I hit the sack.
The next day we ventured to the Acropolis with our new English friends. We had a guided tour guide; well it was a cool dog that led us up one of the trails. The Acropolis is cool, we did the whole photo thing, and saw another place were Paul preached. We were all starving, so we left the “overrated” Acropolis (after seeing ruins for the last week straight I don’t think anything would have been cool to me), and began asking people where the Athens Hard Rock
Café is located. Obviously nobody knew where it was, so we wonder around for a while and eventually found somebody that knew where it was and had a freaking awesome lunch.
After a slight detour back to the hostel (no map) and having to ask a Hotel ***** where our hostel was, Joye and I had to switch to a different room with the rest of our group. This angered us because we conspired against staying in the same room with Sancho because that kid snores like nobody I have ever met in my life. Dinner time, Smile was our choice… Slovaki was the other correct decision I made. The lady that owed the lived in the US for a few years, was super nice, and made fun of Jose constantly because he’s a little chunky. After we showered, got dressed, grabbed the English chicas, and went to Club Austria. The drinking helped me sleep through Jose’s snoring and obviously helped me wake up real early.
By this point we still haven’t really seen any of Athens we took a little walking tour, but we couldn’t find that dog to guide us, so we just wondered. I walked
into a souvenir shop and saw a cheap shirt for 10 Euros… nah… anther shop had them for 7 euros, so I purchased it thinking most will be 10 euros. Next shop had them for 4 euros… mierda!! Next stop was a Greek Salad, back to the hostel, and said our goodbyes to our new friends. I actually just got word that two of them are coming to visit during las hogurous in Alicante, where we live. Ok, to the airport, next stop Milan.
Back in Italy, no more portions or free bread, but we do have the Italian ladies. We had no reservations, so we just wondered around into a hostel, just to be laughed at?? I asked if he knew of anything around that would have something, he replied in some broken English
“alsfnewnls Furniture alsdfkaldsf”
I didn’t know what that meant, so I left and told my friends that there were no rooms in Milan because of Furniture? Later we found out, the worlds largest furniture convention was in Milan and it was that week. However we did find somewhere to stay, thanks to an internet café and some Chinese pension we stayed in. However we
did meet a cool guy from Australia on the way there and had some dinner with him at a pizza place that gave LARGE portions for cheap.
“Goodnight guys, why is my mattress so uncomfortable?”
“Because it was 60euros a night”
“Vale”
Joye, Chris, and the Ausie left us for bigger and better things (home). I was real tired and had a sinus headache situation going on, so we toured Milan. I like Milan. The people are friendly and the city is nice. The train station is probably the coolest one I have ever seen. The Castle in Milan and the park aren’t too shabby, even though there were weird pictures of donkeys surrounding it? The Duomo area is great, even though there was a giant skeleton next to it? The view from the top is great and worth the four euros. Jose and I walked into the Prada store (looking like scrubs) talking about how daddy flew us to Milan for the weekend and we were pissed he didn’t let us use his Ferrari while we were here. After a quick spin for good luck and fertility, we headed to the train station for our bus to the
airport. EasyJet is a million times better then RyanAir, just thought I would mention that.
Back in Barcelona, obviously still feeling like shit and desperately needing a nap, we found a hostel and passed out. The next morning, we had the choice of sticking around in Barcelona or going home to Alicante… Jose and I looked at each other and went home, Blairbear stayed.
I took this trip two months ago and he feels like it was yesterday, I love Italy and I love Greece. To bad it only took me two months to write about it.
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