Today began as an average day. Woke up, showered, ate breakfast, got ready for class, met Brittany, got lunch, went to Starbucks, and went to class. Class was a little different than the first one...we learned from our mistakes from that. During the first class a few weeks ago, we sat in the front row. We immediately regretted this as the students (boys) behind us were speaking in Greek under their breath and laughing and hating on America whenever the professor asked a question that would allow for that. Today, however, we sat in the back row. This helped with the boys and their comments, but the lecture was far more dry and hard to pay attention to, so my notebook became a doodle pad.
After class we did some shopping, and wound up eating dinner at this awesome place we ate at a few weeks back. This was quite the experience. We started off normal, ordering bread and Greek salad to start off, then both ordered pasta. During our last experience here, we saw people ordering delicious deserts but by the time we finished our dinner, we were too full for desert. We remembered this tonight when we got our dinner, so we took a few bites and then told our waiter we wanted to take that home and get right to the deserts. He thought we were hilarious, and went along. We ordered waffles with homemade ice cream and chocolate sauce on them. This thing was MASSIVE. So delicious but by halfway through I was struggling and so was Brittany. We pushed ourselves though, making sure to get every last bite. Finally finishing, we were close to puking because our stomach could not fit anymore.
We paid the bill and the waiter surprised us with some liquor. After 2 sips, Brittany just completely knocked hers over and it was probably one of the funniest experiences of the trip. This kind waiter gives us free drinks and its all over the table. After nearly peeing our pants, he brought her over a new one. We later learned it is called Mastika and it is 45% alcohol. Though strong, it was tasty. The amount he gave us was the size of a normal shot, but we were told to drink it slow (and we know why now). So we did, and it took a while to get that stuff down. It was good, but heavy. Once we finished, we were glad we had it but glad it was done. The waiter came over, saw that we finished and asked if we wanted another. We didn't want to give off the impression that we didn't like it but we didn't want more, so our response was more of a "ehhh, haha, nahhh." He followed our response with "for me?" and who can resist that? So we toughed through another glass.
I'm not quite sure why they did, but the waiters there just loved us so much. Actually just our waiter and the owner of the place. They kept joking with us about the liquor and laughed every time they looked at us. We've experienced this, and getting free drinks and stuff, on quite a few occasions. We must be doing something right, I'm not complaining...
Anyways, continuing on with my story. We then really felt like dying, stomachs heavy and ready to burst, we began to truck back to the apartments. It wasn't far along the way when we noticed that half of the road was closed, and it went from 2 ways, to a 1 way road. The suspense started building as we were walking further and started seeing cops and police buses. Eventually we could hear people chanting and saw the crowds filling the street. On the sidewalk next to us were about 30 cops, all with their bomb shields and gas masks ready, walking along side of the group. The people in the street were yelling at the cops (we were behind their shields at this point, walking against them). On the sidewalk on the other side of the road were cops running in a single file line with their shields up. Thinking something crazy was about to happen we got excited and nervous, and for what? Music started playing. Not just any music, fiesta music. It went from yelling at cops and gas masks, to almost a celebration. Families with kids and couples were walking with flags and smiling and singing along to the music. It turned out to be a parade for the awareness of the Armenian Genocide. Still cool, but a serious let down.
Anyways, I am now back at my apartment and ready to settle in for the evening. It has been quite a night and I think I've reached my laughter output for the day.
After class we did some shopping, and wound up eating dinner at this awesome place we ate at a few weeks back. This was quite the experience. We started off normal, ordering bread and Greek salad to start off, then both ordered pasta. During our last experience here, we saw people ordering delicious deserts but by the time we finished our dinner, we were too full for desert. We remembered this tonight when we got our dinner, so we took a few bites and then told our waiter we wanted to take that home and get right to the deserts. He thought we were hilarious, and went along. We ordered waffles with homemade ice cream and chocolate sauce on them. This thing was MASSIVE. So delicious but by halfway through I was struggling and so was Brittany. We pushed ourselves though, making sure to get every last bite. Finally finishing, we were close to puking because our stomach could not fit anymore.
We paid the bill and the waiter surprised us with some liquor. After 2 sips, Brittany just completely knocked hers over and it was probably one of the funniest experiences of the trip. This kind waiter gives us free drinks and its all over the table. After nearly peeing our pants, he brought her over a new one. We later learned it is called Mastika and it is 45% alcohol. Though strong, it was tasty. The amount he gave us was the size of a normal shot, but we were told to drink it slow (and we know why now). So we did, and it took a while to get that stuff down. It was good, but heavy. Once we finished, we were glad we had it but glad it was done. The waiter came over, saw that we finished and asked if we wanted another. We didn't want to give off the impression that we didn't like it but we didn't want more, so our response was more of a "ehhh, haha, nahhh." He followed our response with "for me?" and who can resist that? So we toughed through another glass.
I'm not quite sure why they did, but the waiters there just loved us so much. Actually just our waiter and the owner of the place. They kept joking with us about the liquor and laughed every time they looked at us. We've experienced this, and getting free drinks and stuff, on quite a few occasions. We must be doing something right, I'm not complaining...
Anyways, continuing on with my story. We then really felt like dying, stomachs heavy and ready to burst, we began to truck back to the apartments. It wasn't far along the way when we noticed that half of the road was closed, and it went from 2 ways, to a 1 way road. The suspense started building as we were walking further and started seeing cops and police buses. Eventually we could hear people chanting and saw the crowds filling the street. On the sidewalk next to us were about 30 cops, all with their bomb shields and gas masks ready, walking along side of the group. The people in the street were yelling at the cops (we were behind their shields at this point, walking against them). On the sidewalk on the other side of the road were cops running in a single file line with their shields up. Thinking something crazy was about to happen we got excited and nervous, and for what? Music started playing. Not just any music, fiesta music. It went from yelling at cops and gas masks, to almost a celebration. Families with kids and couples were walking with flags and smiling and singing along to the music. It turned out to be a parade for the awareness of the Armenian Genocide. Still cool, but a serious let down.
Anyways, I am now back at my apartment and ready to settle in for the evening. It has been quite a night and I think I've reached my laughter output for the day.
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