Greece!

Getting from the airport to my hostel in Greece made me realize two things: 1, I hate when tag graffiti covers (and destroys) bus stop signs! And 2, I want to grow up to be a little old Greek lady. They are wonderful. despite their charade-esque advice I still had to take a taxi to get to my hostel, RentRooms Thessaloniki. It's always a lot easier getting out of town than it is getting in. the hostel was great, great location, great staff. Any hostel with big pillows gets a thumbs up from me.

Even though the trip in to Thessaloniki was pretty rocky, I had a great time there! I met an incredible Australian woman named Simone and she and I had a lovely dinner together in town. I wish I could remember all of the items on the menu, but I cannot. All i know is that I need to buy a greek recipe book when I get home. I think by the time I leave Greece I will be addicted to feta.
Another unusual thing that happened in Thessaloniki was that I met an Iranian man who found me quite curious, and insisted he read my tarot cards. Oh boy! I won't go into the details here, but I will say that he made one amazing joke. After suggesting that I ask a question about the future of my love life, and my adamant refusal, he shot back with 'well good because there isn't one with that haircut!'

Won me over right there.
Coast of Thessaloniki:


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