Random but decidedly banging.

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus!

There is something innately calming about sitting on a rooftop in Santorini as the sun sets and bathes the white houses in a yellow glow, looking over at the ocean that continues as far as the eye can see before it fades into the purple-pink sky, and laughing with your sisters.

I felt now would be a perfect time to start writing about my day.

It started in a relaxing way, waking up at ten-ish to the sounds of Allegra pattering around, and Lily getting up. I decided to read, since we didn’t have anything immediately planned for the day.

The two awake Simpson sisters (me not included) did some sport, ab workouts that left them in great pain.

I will never understand them.

I may join them tomorrow.

Mum and dad went shopping to buy breakfastables, and returned with biscuits- the very same ones from biscuit time last year, bringing an onslaught of nostalgia along with the sweet sweet taste.

Perhaps you recall the woman from yesterday, playing her music loudly for the whole community to hear. She was *still* going. In France, she would be guillotined for daring to disturb the peace, but in Santorini? May the unbothered times begin!

I decided to finish writing yesterday’s rendition of the blog since we decided that we wouldn’t be leaving until around 2 in order to avoid the very worst of the midday sun. That took quite some time; never let it be said that I don’t give my all for my writing.

But it was all worth it when I published it and my sisters and father laughed while reading it, which reassures me because I often doubt the quality of my blogs, something I told them all but they proceeded to mock me by saying “melancholy sigh”.

Deservedly, honestly.

We then began to get ready, choosing outfits, doing hair, drinking hot lemon and honey for Tate, who had lost her voice entirely when she woke up. And what better music to listen to for this activity than Allegra’s absolutely random but decidedly banging playlist?

We went from the Bee Gees to Elton John to Stevie Wonder, Allegra scatting along. One time Tate skipped a song and Allegra’s joyous scatting cut off, her face told of heartbreak and betrayal and hurt, and Olivia hastily replayed the skipped song.

It was a fun time.

For lunch, we had some greek spinach pie, a mushroom pastry that tasted like ratatouille, and some tzatziki on bread. It was fairly delicious and properly greek, so I was satisfied. And soon enough it was time to put on suncream (shout out to the mole on the back of Lily’s neck), finalise our fits, and sashay out the door with confidence!

As we walked to the car, my sisters and I sang some Raye, discussed my blog and the patriarchy with mother, and then waited for dad to come back with the car keys he had forgotten like a fool.

We did pass a Santorini wood design shop, at which point Lily said “I wood design Santorini, but someone already has”, and dad said “woodn’t you want to buy a magnet from there?”

So, they share a braincell.

We drove along to our beach of choice, though it is worth noting that Santorini is not famed for its beaches. It was quite hot in the car, so it was a little irritable, and it is worth noting that dad’s driving through the winding, complicated roads of Santorini is impressive, if still not quite comparable to landing a plane.

As we pulled into our parking spot, Lily loftily mused that you could tell that Greece was a hot country because of the size of the trees. Allegra ruined this sciency moment in a hilarious way by replying, “and also the heat”.

We laughed. Lily did not.

At the beach, we walked along the sand looking for a spot in shade, and eventually found one, although mum was not quite impressed with the beach we did settle for it, and my sisters immediately dove inti the waves. I joined them a bit later, and I think we spent hours jumping over every wave, and every time we joyfully exclaimed “wheee!”.

We got quite destroyed by the waves which were harsh in nature, it stole the very hats from our heads, and we were forced to dive in to retrieve them, Allegra appearing very heroic when she saved Lily’s cap from certain doom.

Planes kept landing at a nearby airport; mayhap eight in the time we were there. Ut was quite impressive and at times worrying by how low they were flying and the small waver when wind would blow.

The four of us then tanned, and I regularly drifted off, and then I would wake up halfway through singing Alexander Hamilton in my head. I think in my half-awake-half-asleep dreams I was trying to sing it the whole way through? It happened often.

I questioned my sanity.

But alas, all good things come to an end, and we had to pack up and go to a supermarket in order to buy breakfastables for tomorrow as well as essentials such as shampoo.

I honestly found it quite funny because Lily threw an a b s o l u t e hissy fit about not getting chocolate milk. But what can I say we can’t all be mature adults, *holds up head haughtily*.

When we entered to our humble abode, I immediately lay on the floor, reading my book and listening to, you guessed it, Hamilton. My sisters took turns showering, and then went up to the top roof to hang out without me.

How mean. I wept all the tears in my little soul :(.

And then I too showered and headed up with my sisters. And so befell the time of utter peace, punctuated by a topless guy who we all looked at. It was funny.

The music was good, the vibes were present, the view was gorgeous.

Sadly it had to come to an end when dad called us down for dinner.

It was decidedly delicious; everyone loves pasta salad. Sadly mum had a work call thing, but the rest of us laughed a lot at our own shenanigans. At one point Lily nearly spat her drink out. At another we decided that anytime someone said “we are young” we had to raise whatever was closest as if it were a pint of beer and we were all cheersing, which is a tiktok reference, but it bought much amusement when Allegra called it from the toilet.

We don’t want to know what she raised.

Afterwards, I read while Lily and Allegra did dishes, and Tate showered for about an hour. Dad was writing his blog and struggled for ages to find a title. Every time he picked up his phone I would ask “so, you’ve found the title?” And he would depressedly reply, “not yet”.

And then mum, his inspiration, sprang forth from the depths of work hell, and it seemed dad found a title in mere moments.

He should really follow my tactic of just picking something from the blog. But apparently the title finding is essential to the blog writing.

Once mum was out, we began to plan tomorrow (Lily is strongly advocating for watching the f1 movie in an open air cinema), and so began….

Biscuit time!!

That’s right, foes and friends! The much loved, long awaited tradition returns!! Simply summon the legrechaun and biscuits shall be brought!!

We laughed and joked, mum sang along to some live music played at a cafe nearby, peaceful times were had as dad and I finished writing our blogs.

One funny moment occurred when Lily mentioned our plans for tomorrow, Ammoudi Beach, and Dad said “don’t swear at your mother”.

We all laughed. Lily said she was talking about me.

And last of all I should mention, for those perplexed about dad’s blog’s image’s captions, I told him he should caption them to make them more fun like I do, and he then captioned them about me. So yeah.

What a strange man. He and mum are both a tad tipsy. Or as mum says, “happy”.

Tate and I have just been taking turns tickling dad’s feet. It is quite funny. Literally hilarious.

Update: he just chuckled and called us annoying children. He moved his foot :(. No more fun for Ruby and Tate.

So, it’s fair to say that today has been much like Allegra’s playlist: random but decidedly banging.

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