Because of such a late night, it was a late morning. Or, shall I say afternoon. Breakfast crepes to curb the hunger. We took a 20 minute bus ride across the island to another spot ‘Hercules’ recommended. The beach, of course! After a couple hours hanging out at the beach, it was time to head in. ‘Hercules’ left for the airport and his long trip home.
Only 4 people standing. I met up with ‘Cruise’, ‘Honey Bee’, and ‘Mikree’ at a small crepe shop. We all went window shopping until ‘Cruise’ and ‘Mikree’ left to go take naps. ‘Honey Bee’ and I were on the look out for cook books. After finding the one our teacher recommended, we were just window shopping. She took me into a small bakery where she was earlier that day. The bakery was amazing and smelt like how I imagine heaven. The man who was running the shop let us try these donut hole honey things. There was a woman who was making them right in front of us. It was soooooo cool! Fresh donuts, covered in honey. Mmmmmmmmmmmm Too bad they wouldn’t keep if I brought them back, because they were good!
We stumbled upon a small art gallery. It had these sculptures that caught ‘Honey Bee’s eye. It was well worth going in. They were bolts welded together in the form of a woman. How industrial the material was just complemented the gentle form of the figure. They really were beautiful. I could see ‘Honey Bee’s eyes just say, “I want THAT!” It was only around 200 Euros. Small ones went for around 80 Euro, but once you saw the big one it was hard to take your eyes off of it. I was happy to hear that ‘Honey Bee’ was going to try this first thing when she arrived. After the art store, we only got a little bit lost before finding our way back to the hotel.
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.