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Okay, I'm back.

So when I stepped off the plane in Athens, the lovely and wonderful Boaz Munro was at the gate waiting for me.  As we cabbed to the hotel (it was late) the clock struck midnight and it became six months for us, though it feels like less since we've been apart for more than three of them.  It took me a while to get used to the fact that the person I had spent so much time and energy missing for the past few months was now sitting six inches away from me, and that we were in GREECE.  

We did a gift exchange and went to see the Acropolis, which involved a long uphill walk in Miami-rivaling heat.  It was neat to be up there and imagine the ancient Greeks philosophizing among all that impressive scaffolding.  Then, tired, we sat in a field of flowers and Bobobrains monologued a bit about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.  No really, he seems to have learned a lot and it's awesome.  We also spent some time making fun of a couple who was sitting and kissing about twenty feet away from us.  The guy was practically eating the girl's face.  We agreed that she looked bored with him until she straddled his lap and the dry humping commenced.  Oh, Greece.

Our ferry to Santorini left at 6:00pm and arrived at 3:20pm.  There weren't enough reclining chairs for the passengers, which was fine at first because we were sitting up on the deck, but when it got cold we were forced to wander around inside and eventually resort to sitting on the floor (I was trying to find an open cabin to sneak into, but Mister Mungoodytwoshoes wasn't having it).  Also, the cafeteria food was atrocious.  We shared a table with a non-English speaking couple, but were perfectly able to communicate our distaste for the soggy pasta.

If you ever go to Santorini, stay at Stelios Place.  The place has beautiful white buildings, comfortable, clean rooms and a nice swimming pool.  But best of all Stelios himself came to pick us up at the port at 3:20am free of charge.  They take really good care of their guests, as evidenced by the guestbook at the front desk which is jam-packed with affectionate messages and inside jokes.

In the morning we rented a dorky ATV vehicle from MOTOMANIA! and spent the day riding around the crescent-shaped island, making it from the lighthouse at the southernmost tip all the way up to Oia, the town at the northernmost tip which is famous for its sunset.  We spent a lot of time driving, stopping when we saw something pretty, sitting, chatting, and then driving again.  So nice.  We ate dinner on a balcony at a fancy restaurant (we were the only customers - April is very much the off-season) and as we munched on our tuna tartar we watched the sun plunge into the caldera.  Stunning, although a heavy horizontal cloud was sitting atop the horizon; we almost mistook it for a mountain range.  

Many euros later we drove back to Perissa (black volcanic beach where our hostel was).  It was easter, so the towns were all lit up with candles, and from the road all you could really see was the flames quivering in the distance.  There were also some sporadic fireworks.  When we got back to Stelios we were pretty pooped so we stayed in and watched this porny Spanish movie that Boaz liked a lot more than I did.  

In the morning I had a nice shower with my newly-bought Herbal Essences shampoo, and we picked up some food to bring on the ferry back to Athens.  The Blue Star boat was much nicer than Lane Lines's, which is probably why the ride went by much more quickly than before, although I had a brief bout of seasickness (no puking, just dizziness).  When we arrived at Piraeus (port of Athens) Boaz carried my suitcase down the stairs, the gentleman.  A silly music-box tune played as the ramp was lowered, and then all the passengers spilled out onto the street to fight for cabs, since the metro was closed for the holiday.  

We shared a cab back to the city square with a nice, nerdy couple, and our driver, who at first seemed sort of cold, ended up dancing enthusiastically at the wheel to "The Twist" (and by dancing, I mean moving his fists cutely through the air).  Haha.

On our last day we had a mediocre brunch - my hamburger tasted more like a veggie burger, though the fries were aight - and then shared a cab to the airport because our flights were only twenty minutes apart.  EgyptAir flies out of a different terminal than Iberia, though, so we couldn't pass through security together.  Thus we spent our last few moments together sitting on the floor - a recurring theme of this trip - talking about my blackberry.

Just kidding, we talked about other stuff, too.  Like how the weekend was pretty much perfect and how we miss each other and can't wait to be together in the summer.

Surprise!  I made a video of Greece, too.  Here:  http://youtube.com/watch?v=2SLEAVy1vqk

I guess for the sake of organization and aesthetics I should start a new post to describe this past week.