Wow. Where to begin? Probably at the beginning. So we did decide to go out for a drink. We figured we would stay close to our hotel in case that someone (possibly Jenny) drank too much and we needed to walk back to our accommodations. We walked a bit away from the hotel and came across just darkness. We were scared that perhaps our entire town's nightlife ended at 9 pm, but we were not so easily discouraged in our search for alcohol. We searched throughout the darkness and only were able to find more and more cats. However, from that darkness came laughter and music. We followed the seductive sounds and came across a local bar. At the bar counter facing the street was a blonde girl who was having the time of her life, next to her an older very Greek gentleman, and on the other side of the bar island, 2 other people. We sat down at the end of the bar so everyone was to our right. We made with the pleasantries and ordered our drinks. Our waitress and bartender was a very young looking girl who did resemble the girl from Napoleon Dynamite, but much...cuter...and slightly hot. As soon as we sat down, the very obviously inebriated blonde young lady (20 at most) came over to us and introduced herself. Our lives would never be the same. Her name was Lolo and she had bleached blond hair with black layers underneath. It was difficult to see the black against the night that surrounded us. She demanded to know where we were from and that we had to drink. She was a lot of fun. Through the tornado that was Lolo, we learned a lot. The gentleman speaking to her was the owner of the bar, Nikos. The other people were William from Holland and Maria who was also Greek. Lolo was a prize winning and highly respected hairdresser from Sweden. Last year she had come first in hairdressing in Sweden, and 2nd place at the international competition in Melbourne, Australia. This has yet to be verified via Google. When Lolo was not drinking, or practicing her English and telling us how much she loved her new friends (us), she was singing "YOU SPIN MY HEAD RIGHT ROUND...." and...well drinking some more. She was very small and thin, but the white dress showed some stains from drinks that implied she had already thrown quite a few back. At one point, she caught eye of my sister, and her evening (and to a degree her life) came to the conclusion where everything makes sense. Jenny was her muse. She went on and on (and on) about how beautiful Jenny's hair was and how perfect it was and how she NEEDED Jenny to be her clay from which she would create her ultimate masterpiece at this year's competition in Melbourne. Now, my sister is a bit stand offish and definitely does not trust strangers enough to let them close or let them touch her hair. But compliments were now involved, and as such, all bets were off. Lolo continued to express her desire to have Jenny be the subject of her already forming visions and would not take no for an answer. Information was exchanged, and at this point, solely from the energy that Lolo exuded, we were exhausted. We had a few more drinks, called it a night and departed. We did manage to get to know Nikos, William, and Maria a bit. All were very nice and Nikos did give us some free (but rather weak) shots on the house. William had been all over South America. We had run into him on the hike over Mount Olympus previously. He looked like someone who does ALOT of walking or hiking. Maria had been to Peru once and enjoyed it verily. As we walked back, we couldn't contain our laughter and enjoyment from the amazement of meeting Lolo. She was the kind of character you see in movies and read about in books, but was too fantastic to exist within the realm of reality. We made impression and talked about her amazing closeness to Jenny (including a potty incident which shall remain in mere speculation). Normally, everyone would have guessed that I would be the one to talk up a blond at a bar. But as my friend William would say, "Que cera...cera." All in all it was an unforgettable night, thanks to a blond hurricane of happiness and Flo-Rida. Thank you, Lolo...where ever you are.



Probably still at the bar.