So much better than real life (aka Istanbul and the Greek Isles…)
So it has been a while and after a month without blogging, I realized that I miss blogging, so I’m back!! After my service as a Koumbara in Mykonos and attempting to navigate Istanbul (which was totally underwhelming) here are the top ten highlights/fun facts of the two week mandatory (according to US bank regulations) vacation:
- I may be Greek Orthodox-I have no idea what was said during this wedding ceremony as the entire thing was in Greek, but I did partake in communion, invoke the holy trinity, and kiss a bible several times. I also signed some documents that I believe confirm that the couple is married, but for all I know, I could have signed away my legal rights to my first born child, no idea.
- It really is a small world-you would think that crashing a sick house party in Mykonos (almost the other side of the world) would mean being an unknown character, and we were “those random girls” until we ran into the bartender from Martignettis…
- Saltwater pools, particularly ones with a view of the Mediterranean, and filled with your friends (none of whom are actually dressed for swimming) are quite delightful
- An on-site cook when you’re battling a hangover is even more delightful
- Living a life that you cannot actually afford and NOT getting arrested for it, ie actually knowing the people whose home (translation: private compound) you are occupying without them being present makes returning to your real life and a “budget” incredibly unpleasant
- Guys who wear kilts traditionally do not wear anything underneath them, at least not until they are married (and no I was not the individual who confirmed this fun fact)
- You can totally turn a wedding that begins at sunset and ends at “moonset” (new term coined after watching the moon set and the sun rise for a week) into an MTV spring break trip
- I hate museums
- “B Squared” is the new ideal vacation equation=boys and beaches
- You never get seated next to a hot guy on a plane (unless you’re V), it just doesn’t happen. You hope for it, sometimes you even plan for it, you may dress for it and nothing. I sat next to a bunch of high school students on my way to Greece, and on my way back from Istanbul, I actually lucked out and had an entire row to myself which was awesome, but a cute boy who I could trick into taking me out on a date once I was back in NYC probably would have been slightly more awesome…
There are obviously a few more scandalous fun facts but they probably shouldn’t be shared with the general public, particularly if I want to keep my friends.
Since I unfortunately turned down all marriage offers that were dispensed in Greece and Turkey (oh yeah, there were several of those and lots of “Go Obamas” shouted out as I walked around), I’m back in NYC and I still haven’t gone on a date this summer.
I officially have 37 days until Labor Day, which is more than enough time to convince some poor fool that he should buy me dinner.
