Yes, it’s starting again, even while we’re traveling the world. We’re planning to foster a guide dog pupper from the R litter (I guess GDA passed on the letter Q because with a litter of 13 puppies, that’s a LOT of Q-y names.) Beloved wants to get another puppy raised before I retire, and we … Continue reading Preparing for the puppy…
We started off the day early, for which I was grateful, given the almost 11,000 cruise ship passengers in port for the day. At around 8am, we were hustled off to the bus to be whisked away to the land of ancient pervy people. After a brief introduction, the tour guide (again, unsurprisingly in heavily … Continue reading Advertising the unprintable in Pompeii and other stories…
And now, Sicily. Specifically, Messina, the port that just about kisses the toe of the Italian boot. It’s a very short hop over to the mainland… which is why Messina has the dubious distinction of being the conduit of the Black Plague into Europe in the 1340s - well, that and the idea this place … Continue reading Muzzles and Clamps
(This occurred Sept 5, 2016… it showed up in my facebook memory feed. I would totally be willing to stay up all night with a dog with intestinal distress if it meant seeing Abby again…) That damn dog climbed on the dining table last night and ate the icing off half of Beloved’s birthday cake … Continue reading “Oh my god…” said the dog. “I shouldn’t have eaten that…”
We were getting ready for our kayaking trip to Montenegro when the announcement from the captain came over the speaker outside the cabin. Not, however, inside. Not being sufficiently covered to open the door and not wanting to traumatize the room steward, I didn’t crack it open to hear better. Much like placing a McDonald’s … Continue reading “…passengers left behind in Santorini…”
Welp. In addition to needing to know how to say eff-Harry’s-toe, today I realized I needed another phrase. Σιγά το διάολο! No idea how to pronounce it. However, it means “Slow the f😳ck down!!” The taxi driver, paid through Uber, received a set rate to get us from the flat to the port. Ergo, it … Continue reading Up the cliffs
The Hellenic post office is a trip. The US Postal Service could learn a few things. There’s a take-a-number machine at the entrance, electronic, into which you say what service you need. The machine politely spits out a number. I can’t actually read it, but I get the general idea. Then, much like the DMV, … Continue reading Details of daily life in Athens… the Grecian way…
We hired a driver for the day who managed to nightbus that Peugeot through the skinniest spaces. It was an extravagance for what we usually do - I like public transit and going like a local, so we’re usually traipsing around on busses and the like as I giggle with glee at how much we’re … Continue reading “Are you sure you can fit through there…?” I muttered at the driver.
We’re staying in Plaka, one of the oldest, most touristy neighborhoods in Athens… it’s an AirBnB in a building built not in any century of which I’ve been a part. Our neighborhood. Shops on the ground floor, apartments above. We’re on the 4th floor (European 4th… American 5th) and mercifully there’s an elevator. Elevators, like … Continue reading Elevators in Athens and Prince Harry’s tootsies…
Holy god. Remind me to never drive in Greece. Apparently the white stripes on the road are a mere suggestion to be ignored. The taxi driver, who greeted us in English, displayed his entire command of the language in one brief sentence. “Is okay I get them” when faced with our luggage. Not that I’m … Continue reading He drives like an intoxicated wombat.
Examining Misadventures 