Pastries, Souvlaki, and Things Like... Anatomy?

We left Delphi after breakfast (after staying up the night before 'til 1:30 talking in the commons room... though Naomi, Katina, and Abigail were awake until 4ish because of an impish spectre haunting their room), and drove to the ferry that would take us to the Peloponnese. Before we boarded, we split off into groups for minor exploration of the surrounding village; an ATM, a pastry shop, and an odd lamp-post later, the group I was following made it back to the bus... five minutes late. Lee wasn't happy -- she thought we were ten minutes late, and gave us a minor lecture before we could depart.

To our near-astonishment, we found out later that her watch was five mintues fast. Ha, ha. Well, at least we got some pastries out of the deal.

And, to chase a small tangent, let me explain the significance of the pastry shops. Poor, poor Patrick is a pastry addict, and when his Pastry Senses start tingling, he'll drop whatever he's doing to reach the ultimate goal of flaky, jam-filled or chocolate-covered goodness. We literally couldn't walk behind him for fear he'd stop in mid-stride and cause a three-car (er... body) pileup.

Back to traveling. I wish I had gotten pictures of everyone in the bus as they drifted in and out of consciousness. With Jennifer and Jordan in the seats directly in front of me, Naomi beside me, and Katina, Patrick, and Adrienne behind me, I was surrounded by sleepy-eyed (and none-too-talkative) people. In any case, nearly everyone else on the bus slept as well; I have a subtle worry about sleeping in a semi-public place (or at least wherever cameras, pranks, or drooling could be involved), so I tried my hardest to stay awake.

When we groggily reached Olympia, we were immediately dragged into a museum and shown wonderous statues (most were clothed, so I was satisfied), reliefs of the Twelve Tasks given to Hercules, decorations from Zeus's famous temple, and a very rich statue.

Tangent number two. The "rich statue" I just mentioned wasn't of a nobleman or a rich housewife, but the term of Rich Scuplture refers to a method developed by the Greek Playboys of their time. The statue itself was of a semi-nude woman, who had been clad in a wet, clingy, and windblown material. It was made at the time when artists were so tired of the other lovely ladies that they stopped making them so... well, exposed. But some continued to dance carefully around the radical "clothing" idea, thus making every detail still visible, only covered in material portrayed to be see-through.

A very rich statue indeed.

Oh, and today was also my very first taste of souvlaki. XD W00T!

(note: 50u\/l4k1 15 \/3ry l33t!)

Please excuse my shameless nod to l33t sp34k. It's been a while since I've fed an addiction (Megatokyo -- an American manga that has only been recently introduced to me), and I needed to vent.

We moved on after lunch and settled in our hotel, then wandered around until we found the market, something to eat, and an internet cafe (though not necessarily in that order). I e-mailed my parents for the first time since the start of the trip, bought postcards, followed everyone else around for a bit, and finally had dinner with the group at a 50u\/l4k1 bar. We stayed up a bit that night to play around in our rooms, and were nearly reprimanded by the manager for making so much noise. Adrienne gave us a strict talking-to, and after Katina accidentally hit me in the eye with a wet washcloth, I was in no mood to be nice when the J's came in to snap at us.

I don't think Jordan was very happy when I snapped back. Ah, well, he'd been in a bad mood that day, too. I'd just like to see him be submissive while trying to get lint out of his eye. >_>