Bikinis and Memories
While in Greece, I have clambered down a gorge, floated in Poseidon's waters, probably tempted the wrath of Zeus (this is me after all), wandered aimlessly, made a friend or two (I think), and nearly forgotten what the word trouble means. Then again, I did say nearly . . . yet, along the way, the biggest thing that has awakened me is the shelling out of a disproportionate amount of my budget on new clothes. As in, I went to a few big box stores and bought summer attire. I shelled out some dough at local, Greek shops too. I mean, I have certainly given more than my fair share to the Greek economy this summer. I'm here for a few more weeks, and I'm certain local coffee shops (like the one near my flat), some restaurants, and maybe another bar or two will see my cash. Tis the nature of life. Yet . . . I won't say I'm a skinny mini. Hell, I've never been that. In high school, my junior year, there's a pic of my Dad and me at the JR...