On the drive home today, I dictated some notes to myself. They're fun. (Or at least I think so.) I will now transcribe them before I explain.
"Trident is very large. Went hiking. Woman and I exasperated on the stairs. Bug bites only on my elbows. Guy at the beach telling me I hadn't been there that long, blah, blah, blah. Um. Oh! Look at the fatty! Um. Heh! Thinking, thinking. Dinner. Moussaka, tzatziki, bread, olives, yogurt, and then it wasn't ouzo, was something else. Digestif. Getting gas. Full service. Uh, oh. Semi on the fuckin... small road. Haha! Uh. Goats. Um. Sheep. Sheep's balls. Sheep's balls are huge. Um... getting a latte didn't go that well. Um. What else, what else? Uhhh. Oh. 'Heard it through the grape vine' while eating dinner. Which is great. You always want to hear Creedence while you're eating dinner in a foreign land. Um. Smoking is still allowed outside, which I guess makes sense. What else? Oh. Cop car. Cop car right behind me. Guy at the rental car place insinuating I would get pulled over. Um. Do-do-do! The colors are fucking amazing. Um. That's all I know for right now. Oh. Only listening to local radio. Everything is in Greek except for one station called 'Mas,' which is a Latino station. Traffic signs. Exclamation mark, sheep, roller-skating cars. Oh! Red car next to black car: scares me every time, but it also seems like it means it goes down to very small lanes. People driving on the shoulders. Shoulders aren't really shoulders. I don't know what they are. These people have very large necks. Olive trees everywhere. Um, Whitney Houston just came on the radio. Oooo, I want to dance with somebody. Look up, 'Ladies and gentlemen." [My interpretation of, 'Ladies and gentlemen,' in Greek.] Stands everywhere with olive oil, honey and spices slash herbs. 'Open your eyes to realize the real lies,' graffiti. Shit, I still haven't seen, 'Lemonade.' Woah. They're narrating what this song is saying. [Listening to Cindy Lauper's Time After Time.] Except not the chorus, because fuck you if you ruin the chorus. At one point he actually said, 'Cindy Lauper,' and I don't understand how that could be. Songs about Cinnabon and Facebook. Other weird sign: yield sign with a wind-sock on it. Makin' up my own words to Greek electronic dance music. Ouzo, ouzo, ouzo. I want some tzatsiki, [ladies and gentlemen], and some baklava after moussaka. With like ouzo, ouzo, ouzo droppin' the beat. Hehehe!"