Go Greece Lightning...

For whatever reason (although some may call it addition), I find it difficult to begin these blog posts without a pot of caffeine pumping through my veins. Call me dependent. Call me a junkie. But I say, whatever gets the job done. Even if that job is being tackled a solid three weeks late. ~this has been a behind the scenes look at the making of A Human Max in a Dog's World

Χαίρετε. Μιλάς αγγλικά? Translation? Hi, I'm a desperate American tourist who is hoping and praying that you speak English because it's all Greek to me.

These were the words the Greece Group lived by as we explored the island of Rhodes in our black, leather jackets with a cigarette in hand. We searched for the best root-beer floats and drive-in theaters Greece has to offer, but in reality, we find ourselves wondering if this Spring Break trip even happened because it was straight out of a fairy tale.

After an unreal two days with my parents and a less than magical goodbye (only than 33 days until I see my family, but who is counting anyway?), I found myself on a train and a bus and an airplane and a subway and a taxi and another plane and another bus toward the island of Rhodes. Instagram doesn't exactly show that side of travel. Only almost-fictional posts like this...

 

We spent an afternoon at the beautiful St. Paul's Bae...I mean Bay. Where we swam in some freezing, but beautiful water...

...made friends with a donkey, and overheard a British woman in her British accent in a condescending British way say, "I think they're talking to a donkey."

We hiked to the Acropolis of Lindos, dropped a punk rock album, and I resisted the urge to go cliff diving. You're
welcome, Mom.






After exploring the ancient ruins of the Old Town of Rhodes, the words "that's some old ass shit" were permanently on our lips. And they only continued as we were lead around Athens by the most local of tour guides. Molly's friend from elementary school so graciously welcomed us into her house, fixed us food, and even showed us around the city. Greeks are some of the friendliest people I have ever met. If you have the opportunity, GO TO GREECE!

The Parthenon in Athens is just as incredible as I had imagined. Europe is even more incredible when entrances are free...gotta love being a student. Maybe I wont ever graduate.

Greece lacked slicked back hair, poodle skirts, and sock hops, but that doesn't mean I didn't love every minute...minus the 2 that it took me to drink my Greek coffee. You're dumbfounded; I know. A coffee that Max didn't like? Well they do say that caffeine is bad for dogs...