A Cold, Hard Rain

"It was raining in the city; a cold, hard rain."

Eh, too much Star Trek: TNG.

Recovering after a long night was interesting, especially with the promise of breakfast the next morning. It's strange; after starting the trip with no desire for breakfast, the habit has been drilled into my body's busy schedule. We visited a pastry shop (again) before heading out for the original site of the Olympic Games and the wonderous temple dedicated to Zeus. There was even a restored column from the original temple! Sadly, earthquakes had hit the area so much that there wasn't much but foundations and a few walls of the buildings. We wandered around, halfway listening to Vickie, until we found the running and chariot racing track. Patrick and Andrew held a race, and Patrick's fan club, Papa Phil, and I stayed behind to watch them. Andrew won by half a mile, much to our surprise.

So, we headed back to the bus uneventfully and continued on.

Yeah. Right.

As we started to leave, the sky went through a climate mood-swing; it was a clear blue sky one moment, and after I'd looked away, clouds formed and it began to rain heavily upon our heads. Much to our dismay and discomfort we were all soaked by the time we got back to the bus.

This brought along my quote of the day, by way of Patrick: "I feel like a very rich statue..."

It took a moment for our foggy minds to catch this, and then I promptly began to beat my head against the seat in front of me. Adrienne wasn't happy about that.

So..... we were on the road, again, this time to Nafplio. Little is known about it save that it is girt by sea.

*briefly nods to Terry Pratchett*

Okay, back in Realityland. It's a beautiful city on the coastline, and while it was very windy, we were only rained on once more that day. Before we reached our hotel, Vickie gave everyone else a driving tour, which I unfortunately slept through. Though, I must have been very tired, because our bus (supposedly) nearly hit an indecisive driver and I didn't wake up, even after I was saved from falling on the floor. o_o when I'm asleep, I'm asleep.

Reader's Digest condensed version of our afternoon: we walked around all afternoon, seeing all there was to see in that little town (and we lost Papa Phil and Patrick, one after the other), but the rain came after we regrouped at (and releft) the hotel. My inner cat wanted to sleep under the covers in dry clothes with the heater turned waaaay up. -_-; I don't much care for getting caught in a cold rain. But after a nice, hot dinner, we headed back for the night.

Patrick had bought a few peculiar drinks at the grocery store, two of them named Yes! and No!, respectively. He passed the Yes! around the group, and I managed to snag a glass, and surprisingly found that I liked it. They drank the No! later, after all us kids had gone to bed, and I found out later that poor Patrick had gotten in trouble with Lee for giving Yes! to us without conscent of the adults. Sorry, mate ^^a ...but it was good...

Well, I figured out that I don't like rain, I love the ocean, and eating a crepe that has been improperly put into the bag is like making out with your hand (thank you, Andrew, for that wonderful analogy). It was Patrick's, and he shared it with us (messily) about an hour before dinner, for which I was very thankful. I hadn't had any lunch and I was ravenous, but we couldn't find an ATM and I was saving my little bit of pocket money for dinner that night. We even were able to watch Home Alone with Greek subtitles later on! ^^ That was fascinating to me.

Alltogether, it was a tiring, but worthwhile, day.