Santorini was far more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. One cannot wrap their mind around the beauty of that place. I sat in complete splendor and disbelief of where I was and what I was seeing. Santorini changed me. Before Santorini, I couldn't pick a city as my favorite in all the countries I've traveled in the last couple months. Each place has their own pizzazz and scenery and entertainment to offer. Each place fulfilled the need in my adventurous heart, but Santorini fed my soul. I know it sounds cliche or dramatic... But I was overwhelmed by the deep blue and the pristine white. I felt like I breathed better while on the island. We didn't even make it to one of the beaches because transportation on the island was scarce and expensive... Unless you wanted to go by donkey. Any of the travel tip blogs we read before booking this trip, revealed that traveling by donkey made you smell like donkey the rest of the day. No one wants to smell like ass on one of the most beautiful Island's in the world. Pardon the pun. I thought the airport in Trenton, New Jersey was the smallest I'd been to, but I stand corrected. The Santorini Airport had one runway, one security belt, and one bathroom. Their snack bar was tinier than that of a stand in the mall, and the crew was less than thrilled to be there. Of course that's nothing new with airport employees. The plane wasn't as tiny as I thought, upon boarding. It was a short flight from Santorini to Athens and then the flight Athens to Barcelona. I was delighted to find snack included with this flight and some eye candy next to me. I was in the aisle seat on the left and he was on the aisle seat on the right. There was a girl seated right beside him oh, and another one of their apparent friends on the other side. They were all Greek and I could not identify their relationship. It seems like it was a twisted love triangle. Maybe I was just thirsty for some entertainment.... Window Seat guys seemed to fancy the girl, but the girl wrapped her arm and part of her leg around the guy in the aisle. I couldn't help but notice the guy in the kept adverting his eyes in my direction. I'm not saying he was looking at me, but I do know when I started writing oh, I felt eyes. Every time I looked up, he wasn't looking. Now granted, that happens a lot whenever I write because I think people are perplexed to see someone with pen and paper in this day and age. But at one point, he pulled out his Sudoku with a pencil and looked at me, I happened to look up. Immediately, he looked back to his square puzzle, all wall the Greek girl was pressed up against him sleeping. Like I said, it could have all been in my head, I'm just telling you what I perceived. I've been on enough flights to fill pages and pages of blog posts. But I wont... Yet. Where was Butterball during all of this, you might ask? Passed out another row since we weren't able to coordinate adjacent seats on this or the prior flight. Flight number 3In the spirit of going out with a bang from the EuroTrip, we decided to purchase limoncello, an Italian Spirit from the airport, smuggle it into my hiking water bottle, mix it with a little French wine, and Sprite. We sipped our Italian, French, American concoction to achieve a little buzz while buzzing at 32,000 feet. And mind you, this was all mixed up in the Barcelona Airport. Since Europeans are very stingy on Ice, Mr. Butterwall was given 4 small cubes, approximately 2 inches larger than the lip to my water bottle. We couldn't make too much of a ruckus crushing the ice since we're already smuggling liquor onboard. He asked me to crunch it with my teeth and put it in the water bottle since he's not as germophobic as I am. What?! Gross. But desperate times. After I pulverized these four cubes, he told me to go use my boobs to get more. A few shots in, I struted it up to the counter wearing the most low-cut shirt I think I own. I flashed a smile at the cashier and asked politely for a cup of ice. He scooped it to the brim and smiled back. "Thanks so much," I said and then corrected myself, "muchas gracias." "Denada," he smiled as I walked away Beaming from being right, Mr. Butterwell said, "now get to crunching." He found so much enjoyment in this that he felt the need to videotape it. I don't have a copy thank God. After doing the best I could, I sealed the water bottle and secured it in my bag. Okay, let's drink up. We finished the remainder of the bottle and snuck it into the non-recyclable trash can. Wouldn't be the first time but....After making it on board, he made a comment about the tan skin gentleman next to me that couldn't have been older than 32. "Hey, what about him?" He said winking. His comment didn't last. Not 15 minutes after takeoff, did we (Butterwall and I) engage in incredibly flirty conversation. Leading to, dare I say, kissing the sky goodbye. This is actually the first time I've ever made out in the airplane. I definitely didn't hate it ... Hello LemonchelloAuthorMaria Vannelli RD Ingredients
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