Greece

Greece was lovely.

Other than that, I discovered I have horrifyingly fat arms (when did that happen?).

And that the cats in Greece talk back in Greek (ask Ee Lynn why). I named this one Alpha. Ignore the fat arms.

And that anything, any situation, put Indians to it and it becomes funny. Like Heathrow immigration officers. Like American-accented yuppies on a Eurotrip lost and rushing in the airport (think lots of Kal Penns):

"Dude, hurry up, what airline are we on?"
"I dunno, check the screens!"
*pause*
"It's all in Greek!!"

ROFL. You-had-to-be-there kind of thing.

But I digress. This post is about Greece.

And we climbed an active volcano, swam in sulphurous hot springs (after which our bathing suits and clothes stained orange and smelled funny), slapped on (or rather slathered it on) extra high protection sunscreen every two hours, slept in like kings of the universe, sneezed, got up late to do whatever the hell we damn well pleased and ended up to the brim with arrival, departure times, boarding gates and passports. Travel is a killer.

It's the destination that makes it seem worth it.

I still wanna sit on my Glasgow bed and rot rot rot oh how doth i miss the days of rotting at home, dying of boredom, nothing to do throwing precious life away pls help me God.

*grin of anticipation*