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well so well so. greece was blue and salty and strange foods and centuries. so beautiful. we walked around medieval cities and saw where atlantis sank and i cut my hand open on volcanic rocks, i adopted and lost about 20 stray cats and dogs and a man who asked if he could be my dog. i declined. parts were scary, like the african man on the ferry who woke me up from a nightmare by trying to steal our bags and i screamed and screamed and my mom scared the shit out of him cause he thought we were easy and it turns out we weren't. i had a dream about a native american boy who had a sun in his mouth and i couldn't get it out of my mind, and i dreamt i got in trouble for painting too many colors on the world and then i lead an international girl-dance revolution riot. not really, in my dream. then i dreamt that i married chealsea handler and we wore matching red dresses and john travolta walked me down the aisle dressed like pulp fiction and chelsea and i were both comedians with our own reality show. we were very entertaining. the sheets everywhere we stayed were rough and we drank a glass of wine every night. we saw an indian princess who was fat and dressed in ugly louis vuitton and her body guard carried a slim, shining gun. we stayed in the sunset capital of the world and i got thousands of little black beetles caught in my wet drying hair, just mine. everything that happened i wanted to tell everyone, but i couldn't. walked everywhere till my feet bled and ate bread and cheese and bad pasta because i'm not good at trying new things that don't have ice cream on them. made fun of ugly, fat tourists without looking too hard at ourselves. i swam in the aegean and the mediterreanean and the salt burned cuts i didn't know i had. i got freckles on my lips.