ahhhhh its good to be back in backpacker culture. the hostel is so much fun i could stay here forever. last night was the best... we spent a few hours at the roof top bar meeting everyone, drinking, having fun, and then everyone headed downstairs to start the nightly bar crawl with this crazy guy named Barnsey haha. When we were waiting outside this one guy that works at the hostel let me mess around with his guitar and i started to play wonderwall by oasis and a group of atleast 10 travelers outside starting singing at the top of their lungs while i played. everyone was so happy and laughing and having a good time. i was proud that my little guitar skills came in handy haha. anywaysssss, then a big group of like 20 of us headed to the metro and ended up in someplace called Gazi where there were bunches of bars and clubs all along the street. we danced and danced all night long and celebrated our return from eviaaaa. at 4 in the morning we caught a taxi with a guy from the hostel and stumbled back inside for some sleep. jessica and i curled up on the couches on the mezzanine and awoke at 8 am to music and a whole new string of backpackers coming to check in. we spent the next 4 hours laying half asleep while everyone piled their bags around us and left to go explore the city. at 12 we managed to pry ourselves from the couch, got dressed, and headed out.

today jessica insisted that we visit the National Archeological Museum. joy. a guy who works at the hostel invited to take me to the beach with him and his guitar on his motorbike instead but i politely declined in order to spend a ever so thrilling afternoon at the museum with my roommate. we spent a few hours looking at old stuff, and i managed to find the bench where all the other slackers sit who are a tad less intrigued than the rest. magically i managed to finish one section of the museum in 10 minutes and when i went back to find jessica she was still at the very beginning exhibit. we did see some cool statues and eventually we both got hungry and decided to bounce out.

we then went to a cafe, split a sandwich, and headed out to find an ATM. Finally we got to a bank and I put my card into the machine only to have my session "time out" and my debit card get sucked into the wall never to return again. i freaked out, called the number on the side, and was kindly informed that i couldnt get my card back and they could only fed ex a new one to me from america in a week. greattttttttttttt. soooo now im left with some cash and a credit card and wondering what to do. but i cant really do much so i minus well not dwell on it anymore.. something will work out. parents.. any advice?

so we trekked back to the metro only to be followed by some african guy trying to sell purses. we managed to scare him away using our handy dandy phrase book and yelling "feeyete!!" which means go away or something to that extent. we got back to the hostel, ate some ice cream, and now we are at this internet cafeeeeeee.

im thinking a shower is in order...


okay wellll alll is lovelyyyyyyyyyyy in GREECEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

chau