No small amount of difficulty

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus!

For real this time, because that’s right, WE ARE IN GREECE LADDIES!!

And it was a long road to get here.

We woke up much, much too early. I was fairly sad because I thought Lily was next to me so I went to hug her and she wasn’t.

I wept every tear in my little soul :(.

But she was not dead, she was only showering, and I showered after her and so began my day! I ofc did greek plaits as I call them, aka rope braids, which give me Mamma Mia hair so obviiii. Call me Donna. From the first movie, of course, Meryl Streep supremacy.

Anyway.

Afterwards, I had a breakfast sandwich, packed up all my stuff, and then we left with time to spare!

It was a fairly boring morning to be honest, something I even wrote on my list of things that happened today. In the train, I wrote yesterday’s blog because I am n o t o r i o u s l y bad at time management (it is 11:24 as I compose this very blog), and then we were in the airport!

The very first thing the twins and I noticed was a good looking guy, we all whispered smash, Lily tried to catch a glimpse. When she finally did, she was well disappointed and criticised our taste in men. We think she is on drugs.

At lunch, Lily had italian (fancy) while the rest of us had sandwiches from the most uninterested cashiers, It was borderline something out of a movie I swear.

I complained to my father how my day would be boring, how I had nothing written on my list of interesting things, and Dad was sympathetic to my plight.

And in a show of blog solidarity, he then made a comedic joke.

Lily was talking about f1 as she is wont to do, how Hamilton had petronus written on his helmet, Allegra said “expecto petronus” and Lily informed her that I had made that joke many a time. It is true. Dad then said, “you have come to *expecto* a petronus joke?” And then pointed at me, my phone, back at me, back to my phone. I had to write it down.

After seeing Hamilton’s watches and Hamilton in a magazine (as well as smashable Damson Idris), we headed to the boarding area, in which mum took a bad photo, sent it to our family, we all complained, mum said sorry, and promptly sent it to another half of our family. We were s c a n d a l i s e d.

But then we began to board!!! Lily took notes from dad and made some melancholy comments and sighs about her hair, so I complemented her plaits. *eye roll*

We also discovered that tickling the back of Tate’s neck is actually hilarious because she is ticklish there, and she kept making strangled sounds and like, throwing her head back whenever you touch her neck. It was a moment of great hilarity and chaos, because she would tell us off and someone would poke her neck and we would all laugh.

Lily and I were going quite crazy at this point. Indeed, my sunglasses fell behind my head and I used the long part to pretend I was speaking on comms. Lily has never laughed harder. Once in our seats, she kept making jokes about boeing and how it sounded like boingggg, and so I pretended to saw her head off with my security explanation paper, and she then poked my eye (on accident) so hard that she was disgusted as to how much “squishy eye ball” she had felt.

Mum simply rolled her eyes, aloof, above the petty squabbling of the commoners beside her.

However she partook when, as we noticed that mum’s hand was in a t-rex shape, she formed mini claws, and Lily and I fell about laughing again. It actually killed us. We are now on our 3rd lives.

And then to our dismay, the pilot announced that we would be thirty minutes late in take off, but he was funny about it, and I decided I would go to war for the guy if he ever asked cos he was so cheerful.

And after around 13 minutes, the pilot then announced that…

There was no change.

However!!

He solidified his status as my fave pilot everrr when he said that children who wanted to see the cockpit could!!!

Of course, we all looked at Tate, she is the youngest looking, and made her take pics. It was sooo impressive. She absolutely sashayed down the aisle, told us she chatted with the pilots about music, and showed us the photos.

I want to be Tate when I grow up. Or a pilot.

And then, we were off!! Take off was surprisingly speedy I felt like there was no taxiing, and then bam, in the air!

Lily stresses a lot and so she grabbed mine and mum’s hands. A rookie mistake that, once you’ve done it, you will never do it again.

Mum and I have notoriously clammy hands. Lily was fairly disgusted.

Also, I’m pretty sure I have been disowned by my family, in that as a joke, the moment the seatbelt sign went off, I flung off my seatbelt, saying “and not a moment too soon!”

Mum was fairly unhappy and made me put it back on, and dad looked over with so much disdain and disappointment that I didn’t know how I would ever get back my father’s love.

The flight itself was fairly chill, to no one’s surprise Lily watched f1 and I listened to Hamilton and read, and then we did a sudoku which we COMPLETED I WILL HEAR NO DISAGREEMENTS and after what felt like hours (because it was), we landed!

Mum took some pics of us outside the plane, and admittedly I felt like one of Tom Cruise’s best characters.

Ethan Hunt, of course, from that time he held onto the side of a plane taking off!

No, I jest with you, you fools! Of course I mean Maverick.

However I have never seen the pictures so it is possible I simply look like a fool.

Moving on!

I pretended to chuck Lily in a bin, and also I pretended to trade her for money, and Lily did not appreciate. Her face was welllll unimpressed.

But we made it out of the airport and gosh darn!

Perhaps you recall how last year, my sisters and I were, perhaps, not unimpressed, but, well, underwhelmed by our first view of Greece. This time, Santorini was absolutely as we imagined it. 10/10 recommend.

We found the guy who was renting us a car with no small amount of trouble, he and dad called each other but were just across the road from each other, it was funny. As they checked out the car, my sisters and I took pictures of our eyes in the sun. It was cool.

There was one funny moment when I had photographed Olivia’s eye, Lily asked, “oh, is that your eye?” And Tate, with no hesitation, literally none, replied “no, it’s my butthole”.

We may still be immature young children at heart, because we chuckled heartily.

With no small amount of trouble once more, we drove through the smol streets of Santorini to the place we would be staying! Unbeknownst to me, it was quite late, and the sun was setting, which looked quite cool. But alas, we had no time to stop and watch, so we drove to a place where we could park.

Later on, Dad likened his parking of the car to the landing of a plane.

As we walked to our place, dad panicked, asking everyone who had the other bag. None of us knew what bag he was referring to, because he *had it in his hand*. That’s right, ladies and gents, alzheimers is not so early onset in this man!

We got to our place with, once again, no small amount of difficulty, (we were confused as to why the code wasn’t working in the lockbox before realising we were at the wrong house) and immediately headed right back out to have dinner!

It was quite an eventful dinner.

You see, mum was trying to learn the entire greek language, it would seem, in the span of one dinner, and kept asking the guy who was serving us how to say this and how to pronounce that. In typical mum fashion she had to call some of us out while we were ordering, and attempted to peer pressure me into ordering something I didn’t like, etc.

Anyway.

At some point, Lily likened it to flirting, we all joked about it, and mum just *did not* change her ways, nor did she deny the flirting allegations, something I pointed out to everyone, leading to laughter.

But all the flirting/not flirting paid off when the guy brought over two beers on the house. For free beer, I’m surprised dad didn’t start batting his eyelashes.

At some point during the meal, I said “you could not pay me to eat with my mouth open, not even a billion dollars”, because my family sometimes does and I don’t get it. Lily, for reasons unknown to all but her and perhaps some higher, maybe some lower, being, replied, “for a billion dollars? I’d eat shit”. Allegra then tagged on “for a billion dollars? Hell yeah, bring on the shit!” And honestly I was so perplexed by the turn this had taken, and then mum asks me, “can it be, like in a cake? Or is it just pure shit?”

And?? I was just??? So confused???

I told mum that I had never spoken of eating shit and anyway, I was not the one to ask about how one must consume the feces in order to earn the billion dollars, and thankfully the conversation moved on.

We also made mum and dad guess whose eyes where whose, and it goes to show you can know a person your whole life but they don’t know you.

After dinner, we took the long way home, scenic routes make for nice pictures, and then we stood on the roof of our house and I felt utterly peaceful as I sat on the edge.

We then chilled on the little balcony, laughing, joking, and annoyingly, listening to some woman’s music. She has been playing it really loudly for hours, with no care for anyone who lives near her, to the endless chagrin of Lily.

I can’t decide which is more annoying, Lily’s complaints or the music.

And so ended our first greek day, as we all went into our respective beds, Lily slept immediately but I admittedly read until two in the morning.

And so this is where we pause our trek up Mount Olympus, folks.
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