Sure you were swift when the handsome Greek boys dropped by with gifts...

So our newest excursion started out with me being scared for my life. I know I have a tendency to drive fast, this is public knowledge. I have topped out at about 95 mph on the Tappan Zee Bridge. So imagine how fast our driver must have been if I was scared shitless. Our driver must have thought he was in a Mercedes Benz commercial and was attempting to show off the steering and how well the car handles on a steep slope, on a mountain, with insane curves. It definitely was something that I would never forget, and ultimately have to encounter again. We had asked our dear sweet propieter at our hotel to please take our picture before leaving, but you make one joke about him taking pictures of his balls when we aren't looking and my sister is incapable of standing still. Whatevs. Though I had to remind my family that his old balls were nothing compared to the power of my "Medusa Balls". One look, and you're frozen in pure awe. We arrived (barely) in the town square of Lefkada town, surrounded by a million different shops and restaurants, many of which were Italian food. We walked the square in hopes of finding a place that called to us but ended up going in circles because we were just overwhelmed and then just lost. While looking at restaurant menus, we were abducted by an owner and pulled into his resturant to go behind hte counter and look at his food. Anyone who grabs a stranger and says "LOOK AT MY FOOD!", would prompt me to not be too enthusiastic about trying their cuisine. We declined and continued our search. When we realized that our journey was becoming tediuous, we opted to ask a local cute Greek boy who worked at a Gelato/Ice Cream shop for suggestions/directions. He ended up suggesting that we walk in the general direction of the other restaurants and that one of them should appeal to us. We ended up at a place I had already suggested earlier and finally settlled down. We at the "Grill House" and enjoyed a plentiful bounty of all kind of meats and definitely took part in the local dishes. Jenny and I had pork and chicken souvlaki and minced pork, while our cousin had lamb chops and her own version of my mom's salad. We ate and then decided that not only did we need ice cream but also another look at the handsome Greek boy. We walked to "Gelatopolis" and had some ice cream and coffee. I was curious about the "blue vanilla" but didn't get a chance to try it. When we were done we bought a calling card and called a local cab company. Due to the nature of the hour and because our driver was an older gentleman, it was a safe assumption that this ride would be much less death-defying. Apparently, I should not gamble or make such assumptions. After another re-enactment of the Indy 500, we came to a sudden and extremely unexpected stop because of the ninja-goats. I say ninja-goats because not only did theses bastard come out of no where, but as soon as we stopped, he was gone. We drove a bit down and found their dojo/headquarters. It was never clear whether they were privately owned goats or wild, but this did not take away from their ability to hide in the shadows and appear/disappear in the blink of an eye. No goats were harmed. I would have not minded to hurt a few cats. When I say there are an over abundance of cats in this town, I mean that for every human, there are 51 cats. And they hang out in gangs! I would not want to fuck with these cats. They own this town. After we reached our home in record time, we were momentarily unable to enter our abode. The door to get in is apparently cursed with Gypsy magiks. Through multiple attempts of trial and error, we finally spoke the secret words and closed the door. As we are currently deciding to go out again for drinks or not, I wonder what became of our "True Blood" night. It has yet to be decided but the fact that Jenny is currently putting on her "going out" clothes is a clear indication that a decision has been reached. I better get ready as well. I would kill for a red bull and vodka though. Let's hope I succeed.