Life is sweet, like yogurt with honey and golden raisins

Something make a note of. Most of these entries are not going to reflect the activities of that day or of the day prior, but possibly of either 2 days before or more. The reason is, after a day's activities, I am so exhausted that I simply make notes on the days going on and make the entries at a later date. So today till have a days worth of entries.

Today was a bit of slow start. We were supposed to be up by 8 in order to have breakfast and leave at latest at 10. The reason for the time restrictions were because the owners of the hotel we're staying at had offered to give a ride to the beach we were looking to visit today. However, the stipulation requested that we leave by 10. So of course, we woke up at 10:20. We ran downstairs and of course, the owners (an elderly couple that we've come to call Georgia and Georgi) were a bit pissed. I guess they didn't fancy themselves to be our personal chauffeurs and be on our time table. All in all, it was our bad. We finally got ourselves together and left. The husband (possibly our of frustration) drove extremely fast in an attempt to end all of our lives, but did not succeed. We got to the beach and commandeered 3 beach chairs. As soon as we got comfy, a very strong and slightly diesel man came over and said "3 chairs? 9 euros." I wasn't sure if he was just muscling us for our money or what, but I figured I rather enjoyed having full use of my facial muscles. We paid and he was off. It did turn out that he was part of the beach people and that it was necessary to pay him. I'll get you next time, Greek Guy...next time. We tanned, swam, and read. I have been very excited about the prospect of finally finishing a book that I've had for almost 5 or 7 years and have only gotten up to chapter 2. It seemed that anytime I made an attempt to read more or progress, something would happen and I would have to put it off for another rainy day that never came. The book is NeverWhere by Neil Gaiman. I had read his American Gods and enjoyed it so much that I got this book just because he wrote it. I had not read any reviews nor was it suggested by anyone, but I was intrigued. After some reading, we ordered snacks on the beach. We had burgers (which were more like flattened out morning sausages) and some drinks. I ordered a lemon water ice (lemon icee), which our beach waiter (affectionately named Giorgio) turned into something very sexual. He mentioned that he might be out of water ice but would try. When he returned, he gave Jenny her drink and handed me my water ice and said "And for you...water ice...lemon." And a wink. I was confused and slightly lost in his gaze. But I let it go to enjoy my frozen drink. This beach did have something in common with many of the other beaches we had been to where it was infected with perfect bodies and boobies abound. I have to admit wholeheartedly that Greece is a beautiful country with ridiculously beautiful people. The men are bronzed and cut out of stone, and the women are earth angels with green eyes and curves that would put any goddess to shame. It's a good time to be alive. We attempted to focus long enough to plan out the next few days of our adventure and did a decent job. We hanging a bit longer at the beach, we decided it was time to have an actual meal and went to a local restaurant. The restaurant was empty but was beautiful. They had a network of leaves and flowers on an arch and the tables and seats were the perfect color of soft white to that seemed to perfectly match the serenity of the beach. Our waiter was very nice and we named him something that I can't remember at the moment. We've been naming everyone. We had some more souvlaki, which we have all become very big fans of. The waiter brought us some olive paste to enjoy with the bread. While I am not a fan of olives at all, it would have been rude not to try it. So I did, and was assured that I do not like olives. I also enjoyed a local beer called Mythos. When served extremely cold, it's extremely enjoyable. Not as bitter as a Heineken with a very smooth taste to it. I believe it is technically a lager. After dinner, the waiter gave us a complimentary desert. I asked Jenny what it was, she said ice cream. My sister has lied to us ALOT on this trip. So my cousin and I were hesitant. But it seemed to be ice cream, so we scooped up some and realized that Jenny is nothing if not consistent. It was yogurt. But it was delicious so I'm not sure why my sister does the stuff she does. The honey was drizzled with amazing honey and sprinkled with golden raisins. It was a perfect blend of the tartness of the yogurt mixed with the sweetness of the honey. This was a dessert that was worthy of being considered ambrosia of the gods. When we were done, we asked our waiter how we could return to our town. He said the only way would be to walk. I asked how long the walk would be, he said about half an hour. After an hour and half later, and passing by fields of immortelle and spider-webs, we arrived back at our hotel. Prior to going in, we stopped by the car rental place and spoke to our very nice English friend Graham to make car rental arrangements. Apparently making arrangements for an automatic car are near impossible and also require more monies. I need to learn manual. When we arrived at the hotel finally, we noticed that we were not the only Americans in our hotel. The other people there seemed like the typical American bohemian hipsters who arrive in a country with one change of underwear and will try and live off of the good of people they meet and end up using their parents' credit cards to get back home. So we said hi and they ignored us so we went to our room. And in taking the high road, I began to blast Paramore and Tupac. Because that's how I do. We are now going to make True Blood attempt #2 since the other day didn't pan out and then off to bed. Night