Yamas! (or: Why I'll Never Drink Ouzo Again)

Oh what is there to say?

I saw lighting strike off the top of the acropolis,
I met a Greek man named Dimitri who's besotted with me the night we played a drinking game with the owner of the bar and I ended up tending bar while wearing a Greek flag like a cape.

Lisbon was just as beautiful as I imagined it would be,
and I was the most lonely I have been in a long time.
I was also anxious the entire time I was there
Because a 20 year old woman cannot travel by herself,
Without being made to feel dirty and vulnerable and like a piece of meat.

And London was London.
Zoe took me to a 15th century farmhouse in the English countryside.
I ate fish and chips and beer with Catherine before seeing Hot House at the National theater.
I came home with 4 bags of Pancakes

And it took me nearly 21 hours to get from my bed in London to my bed n Italy.
Because I got on the wrong express train, and found myself 6 hours from home at 9 on a Sunday night,
With trains no longer running to my town.


I don't want to travel by myself ever again.
There' just no reason.

(and in 57 minutes, I will turn 21)
((go figure))