Eleven-Point-Three Months of the Year
Woah, hold on there.
Who hit fast forward on October? Come on, fess up, you owe me some sleep.
The last month's dust storm of random events has ripped a swath through my routine and I find myself totally confused and uncertain how I ended up with this tiny little moment within which I can reflect on it's happenings.
I spent eight days in Greece. I took long ferries and swam in the Mediterranean and Aegean Seas. I got covered in sand. I ran across hilltops and trespassed through villas along archaic stone walls wrapping like tendrils snaking toward the tops of hills. I stretched upon the Delion Sanctuary of Apollo and drove a dune buggy down swerving turns and along beaches. I compared salty, wind blown hair with good laughing travel company. I (apparently) caused and cured hangovers. I ate on the beach and helped an injured dog. I visited ancient sites like the Acropolis and it's very under-renovation Parthenon, and The Temple of Zeus. I sipped expensive coffee and marveled at the sheer number of beautiful women. I ate interesting food and sampled house wine. I emerged unscathed. My bank account did not. It was a fantastic trip.
My lovely friend Kristy was kind enough to share some of her Paros and Athens photos with my camera-less self.
I returned to Doha to find my camera waiting for me and the temperature down to a more manageable mid-thirty-degrees-ish centigrade. About damn time. I explored the city a bit more, finding tasty ethnic restaurants with new people. I started learning to sail a yacht on a thirty foot racing boat of which there are only two in the world. I was invited to a star wars themed wedding party. I went, in a hastily constructed twenty-four-hour Jedi costume, with two beautiful girls. It was fully catered with an open bar, Jedi themed marriage vows and more than fifty people in costume. It was fun, I am a huge nerd, and I live in the strangest place in the world. Here are some early pictures of it.
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Who hit fast forward on October? Come on, fess up, you owe me some sleep.
The last month's dust storm of random events has ripped a swath through my routine and I find myself totally confused and uncertain how I ended up with this tiny little moment within which I can reflect on it's happenings.
I spent eight days in Greece. I took long ferries and swam in the Mediterranean and Aegean Seas. I got covered in sand. I ran across hilltops and trespassed through villas along archaic stone walls wrapping like tendrils snaking toward the tops of hills. I stretched upon the Delion Sanctuary of Apollo and drove a dune buggy down swerving turns and along beaches. I compared salty, wind blown hair with good laughing travel company. I (apparently) caused and cured hangovers. I ate on the beach and helped an injured dog. I visited ancient sites like the Acropolis and it's very under-renovation Parthenon, and The Temple of Zeus. I sipped expensive coffee and marveled at the sheer number of beautiful women. I ate interesting food and sampled house wine. I emerged unscathed. My bank account did not. It was a fantastic trip.
My lovely friend Kristy was kind enough to share some of her Paros and Athens photos with my camera-less self.
I returned to Doha to find my camera waiting for me and the temperature down to a more manageable mid-thirty-degrees-ish centigrade. About damn time. I explored the city a bit more, finding tasty ethnic restaurants with new people. I started learning to sail a yacht on a thirty foot racing boat of which there are only two in the world. I was invited to a star wars themed wedding party. I went, in a hastily constructed twenty-four-hour Jedi costume, with two beautiful girls. It was fully catered with an open bar, Jedi themed marriage vows and more than fifty people in costume. It was fun, I am a huge nerd, and I live in the strangest place in the world. Here are some early pictures of it.
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