Santorini Day II

For our second, and final day in Santorini, we got up at 8:30, which in the land of classes at 3:30 in the afternoon, I have come to consider deathly early.

For breakfast we of course went to Mama’s. She was on her A game this morning. Quote include-
“Oh God! You all again?”
“I did not want to tell you this, I wanted it to be surprise. But this November I go to visit Cris’s (our family friend who lives down the street and is Mama’s niece). I am going to come and sneak in your house, then find your room, and scream and wake you up! You will be so excited you will pee pee the bed! Then I make you breakfast.”


To two girls who walked in- “Did you girls behave last night?
“Nope.”
“Did you drink?”
“Duh. Its spring break!”
“Bad Girls!” Accompanied by a slap on the ass

When we go to take a picture with her, instead of saying cheese she says “Always Safe Sex!”

After the most cracked out breakfast this side of Peewee’s Playhouse, we left on our ATVs.

Destination: Unknown

We drove up to Oia on the north coast. Its kind of mind blowing that people actually live there. We drove around seeing what there was to see, me looking like a moron tourist pulling over every 5 feet and taking pictures in between taking my hands off the ATV and trying to take them while moving.

We really really really wanted to go cliff jumping into the water. But alas, we didn’t find any cliffs that were not listed in the Bear Sterns employee handbook under “Best Ways to End It All.”

So with cliff jumping not happening anytime soon, we settled for a beach. After putting our suits and making it a nude beach for a quick second, we got up the water and decided there was no way. I got half way up to my legs and called the Mediterranean's bluff. Remember when I said it was the off-season? There is a reason for that.









While I could go for another 4 inches or so on my height, on the ATVs pint size is an advantage. Brian easily has about 70 pounds on me, so when we both floored the ATVs I would go by him like he was using only half throttle. In addition, I went WHIPPING around the curves. The ATV may or may not have come close to tipping over like a Ford Explorer sitting on Firestones more than once.

After playing National Geographic photogs, went back to Mama’s for the second time in 3 hours because she had insisted that we be full so that we would not have to, in her words, “eat that shit on the boat”

I don’t know why we went. Neither Brian nor myself were hungry. So I had yogurt with fruit and honey. It sounds a little boring, but it was bomb ass. I don’t know what was in the honey, maybe some MSG, but it was the nectar of the gods.

With full bellies, we went back to return the ATVs. I had noticed marks on the tires from fishtailing around curves and significantly weaker brakes than when I started…shocking I know. So I dropped my cash on the table, snagged my ID which had been held as collateral, and booked it out of there ASAP before a through inspection and the resulting charges could take place.

We bummed around for a bit, went back to the internet café AKA a geek's dream, collected our baggage from the hotel and got on the ferry. Mind you now, we spent about as much time as we did on the first ferry as we did on Santorini itself. Needless to say, expectations were less than high.

So imagine my excitement when the ferry included two bars, big comfy seats with TVs playing The Swan, and best of all A FAST FOOD RESTAURANT. I woulda been kinda ok with getting stuck on this ship

Now if you don’t remember The Swan, it’s the reality show circa 2002 where they take the most busted up looking people they can find, give them full body plastic surgery makeovers, and then have them compete in a beauty pageant where one will be crowed, 'The Swan'.

Yea. It’s as good as it sounds.

I TIVOed the entire season.

We ended up chatting with a girl who goes to Bryn Mawr. Upon hearing this news, I guess I made a face to which she replied, “and no…im not a lezzie.”

I really need to learn to get my expressions under control before entering the corporate world.

“This is the Bosses Daughter”
“Oh! Pleasure to meet you.” Says my mouth
“Have you sent your entry to Fox for the next season of The Swan yet?” Says my face.

But I digress, it turns out she friendly with a girl from my high school. We didn’t really run in the same circles, but since our last names were close on the alphabet we would often be close to each other if we had a class together. She’s was pretty chill and always had great little quips in the back of AP English. So what up Alison Reingold if your reading this.

Turns out our new friend had some Greek in her and that she would be staying with her aunt who reserved a reputable taxi for her and offered to split the cab with us. We jumped at this because there was a whole section on the dangers of the shady Athens taxis in my guidebook. Since we were not looking to get our valuables or vital organs stolen it made sense.

We did not get to our hostel until 2 AM and our plane for Rome was leaving at 5:30 that evening. Factoring in time to get to the airport, checking in, and not to mention sleeping, this gave us a little over 6 hours of playtime in Athens.

Plan? Of course not.

What me worry?