Friday the 17th

Last Friday, we all went to the beach. This beach was a little different than normal in that there was water, but no sand. It was basically a whole bunch of cliffs with sharp and uneven rocks to go with it.

The water was just fantastic. Had that blue and green tint and I was even treated to my first European bathing suite performance by two Italian women laying on floaters.

Upon my second round of water time I encountered a little problem. As I reached to propel myself out of the water I placed my hand on what I thought was another rock. How wrong I was. It turns out that it was an Italian sea urchin that has thorns/spikes comparable to that of a porcupine.

Oh, the pain

I emerged from the water with about 20 pieces of stingers in my ring and pinky fingers. I have, however, since recovered thanks to Sarah and her expert skills with tweezers and a sewing needle.


It gets better.

When it was time to get back on the bus the group split into two; the first going to get espressos and the second to spend more time in the water,

My group made a worng turn and we ended up way the hell in the wrong direction. It took us an additional 30 minutes to get to our bus and lets just say, nobody was thrilled.

There's more.

As we were 30 minutes late to get the bus, we were 30 minutes late coming back. I wanted to go to the supermarket and buy some um beverages for a little party that night. My boy Luca was leaving the next day and so were those girls from Serbia. But, of course, we got back at 8 instead of 730 and I couldn't buy anything for anyone. (Supermarket closes at 8 here)

Hold on.

Fortunately, the Serbian girls decided to get some snacks and such for everyone and we all kicked it outside. I learned some curse words in Serbian and put that King family charm on them.

As I was sitting there, two grils from my group came back from dinner and drinks early. One went inside, the other came over to talk to me. She informed me that the other girl just had an allergic reaction and the Epipen was needed. The girl who had the reaction had some choclate gelato and the container was either too close too pistacchio or the same spoon was used. Either way---no good.

The girl is all good now but a scary moment indeed.

As the outdoor party (no music, just sitting at a table shootin the shit) died down, I knew my oppourtunity was here to make a move. They began to throw away the plastic cups and gather themselves for bed and I asked:

"so what are yall gonna do now?"
"Pack" They responded
"Um. Uhh- Ok. Ciao"

I froze. Plain and simple. I was overwhelmed. Outmatched. I was dealing with foreigners here. I was out of my element. I wasn't used to this.

I tell you what though. You give me a second round with those damsels from Serbia or any other ladies from the former Soviet Union and just like Michael Jordan in the closing seconds of a game, its a guaranteed victory.