Days 5, 6, and I've actually lost track......... The interesting thing about shifting time zones is that initial bump forward (or backward) that tends to alter your perception of the solar rotations.When you left it was 3:00 in the afternoon, when you arrive it's 2:00 in the morning and there you are, stepping off a 6 hour flight wondering where on God's green earth 5 hours of your life ran away to. This befuddlement leads to things like jet lag, which consequently leads to a general sense of calendrical confusion and numerous date-related disorders. Having said that, I cannot for sure, tell you how many days I've spent actually touring vs days spent traveling in uncomfortable seats in uncomfortable buses, planes and all manner of devilish transportation, not the least of which the ferry (debatebly spawned from that aforementioned "pit of hell"). It truly is an unfortunate situation, somewhat indicative of either my forgetful nature, or my lazy one, or perhaps the one that says "for the love of God Gabe, if you'd actually spend more time sleeping and less time watching Supernatural reruns with Greek subtitles than maybe you could remember simple things, like the date, or how many souvenirs you bought, or maybe you'd even remember your room key! God wouldn't that be great, having a room key? And not having to walk down to the receptionist who speaks broken English at best and try to explain to her how dropping your key off your 7th story balcony was an accidental circumstance brought on by a simple misunderstanding involving skipping stones and Heineken. Gee, wouldn't that be great?" So here I am now, packing my duffle bag, and realizing that I'm leaving tomorrow, and despite how anxious I've been to get home, now that I'm leaving, there's that part of be that doesn't want to go. It's a strange feeling, because I miss all of you, but this's been fun, the countries I've visited have been amazing, and I honestly don't want to leave yet.However, I don't really have a choice, or the funds, to stay, so I'm grudgingly stuffing all manner of things into my bags, when I realize that I actually have to room left......at all. Unfortunately,the exact souvenir to clothing and important stuff ration was thrown off a bit, and thus I've been forced to make some.......sacrifices. So having said that, you probably won't begetting anything from me (yes, that's right, YOU. Your sister might get something, because she's nice, and doesn't say mean things about me to her friends. YOU'RE not getting anything either, as to the fact that your breath stinks, and I just don't especially like you, but that's just a matter of principle. However YOU on the other hand, will be getting a little something. Consider it payment back for that one time we were doing that one thing at the place with the guy who's name I forget. It meant a lot to me). My apologies, but I've been forced to prioritize, and Alden, my button-downs have priority over your 4 inch bronze statue of Achilles. It's a shame but it's true. Regardless, I'll be back soon, and to be honest, I'm going to be looking forward to being in a place where I don't have to pay 5 euro for an hour and a half of wifi.

That awkward moment when I fit my entire story into the title............with regards to something relevant, ask me about the Greek evening when I get back.