Modern art. Cluck cluck.

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus!

And yes, today was a fabled travelling day. If you have read the first blog I ever partook in, then you know I used to hate writing about them.

But not anymore!!!

Why, I hear you ask?

Well, dear subjects, we don’t do so much in these days. But there are still funny moments!! Yayyyyyy!

Anyway, onto the blog.

I was entirely exhausted when I woke up way too early. Once again, I had a terrible sleep, so the 6:30 alarm in the form of a parent was not fun.

Breakfast was delicious, or as I like to say, Lee Dicious, my old school friend, it was greek yoghurt and granola. What more could you ask for??

Well, except soja vanille of course. I will always ask for that.

We were all rather efficient, in that Mum was efficient and I stayed out of her way, at some point Lily was saying how I was “too easy to wind up” because of something she did, but worry not, karma was swift (hehe) and I got her back, even quoting herself: “you’re too easy to wind up”.

Fun times!

Now, as we left, we noticed that Allegra looked like she might work on a cruise ship, with a white shirt, a blue skirt, and a white cap. So. That is obviously a very important thing that happened in our day.

Only quality reports from my blog! The m o s t interesting things and nothing else!! Whoop whoop!

I am highly energetic sorry guys. I had an eight minute power nap that was over an hour long. So.

Now, I came across a hilarious reel on instagram that was a version of Iris by the goo goo dolls, but every instrument was replaced by the guy doing an impression of a chicken.

I can say that it was the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be. Modern art. Cluck cluck.

Video included for your enjoyment.

We played it on the bluetooth, and dad just chuckled through it. It was quite funny.

But sadly like all good things it came to an end, much like our car drive, and we were at our ferry!

That left in an hour!

So we simply sat in the waiting room and everyone but me and Lily went to get hot chocolate, which was delectable but I didn’t actually want any.

As we waited, an old man came through playing clarinet and then singing “popopo maria, popopo maria” over and over and honestly, props to him. It was very vibe setting.

Sadly I had no coins. Not in this economy.

Now, it is worth noting that we had a bunch of vegetables in like, a bin bag that we were taking to our next place.

And someone had to carry the bag.

I did n o t want it to be me. I am a teenager after all, we’re *supposed* to be obsessed with how people perceive us, and “carrier of vegetables in a bin bag” was not my look for the day. But the only way I could get out of it, was by carrying the computer bag.

It is rather heavy.

Now, as we got on the ferry, Lily leading the charge as usual, I squeezed past a family, notably, a small girl who was like six. I thought I had dine an excellent job of discreetly passing by, and so did not look back until Allegra caught up with me.

Apparently, the rather heavy computer bag had hit the girl and I hadn’t realised.

I felt terrible, I looked back and her dad was just staring at me with an affronted face. I was too far away to go back and apologise. I was torn between laughing and feeling bad to be honest.

But yeah, now I have a reputation of a child-hater, according to my sisters.

Anyway, we made it to our seats and I was RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE AIRCON which was a little inconvenient because I WAS FREEZING and so yeah. Not the most pleasant trip. However I did read a bopping book, and Lily watched f1, the twins reading or watching a k drama I believe, so it was not all bad.

At some point the little girl and the dad walked right in front of my seat. I just hoped they didn’t recognise me.

Lily kept hitting my phone, which J was reading on, and saying “oops, sorry”. So every time she did that I un-reclined her seat (she was very smug that hers was the only one that reclined), which was hilariously funny to me.

Anyway, ferry done, we hopped off with a spring in our step, walked around a little, then sat at a restaurant and waited for another ferry!

Yay!!

While we waited, we discussed a guy that was in the ferry with us and got off in front of us, ordered some lunchables, and read.

At some point, and this is a funny story, dad said “everyone pay attention”, and Lily, who had her headphones on, said “what is dad saying?”. Dad laughed at the irony, then continued, “I said, everyone pay attention”. Lily still hadn’t been listening, and asked, “what?”

We laughed.

Simpson family comedy. Nothing beats it. I should start charging you, we’re that funny.

I hope the tone of sarcasm is translated through text.

But the time came, and our ferry arrived, and this time there were no assigned seats, so the stakes were much higher. Lily was very much feeling the pressure of being first on the boat.

But thankfully for us, Lily was indeed first in, and she scored great seats, far from any monstrous aircon that would leave me shivering.

What would we do without her?

Again, for two hours, I read, so did Allegra, Lily watched f1 and Tate watched her kdrama.

The worst thing really was that we had only one portable charger and four phones in need.

It was a bloodthirsty battle that ended in a peace treaty of sharing.

WAIT!

I forgot to mention!

I was sitting there, happy as a clam, reading away, when I hear in accented english over a crackly speaker, names being called. Just two or three people, to go to the front desk. I had tuned it out, when I heard, “and Ruby Simpson to the reception desk, please”.

I literally jumped in my seat. I could not perceive that they had actually asked me to the desk, nor why.

I turned to face my parents, to confirm thatI had been summoned. Mum just laughed at me.

As I walked to the desk with dad, my imagination conjured up the worst. Would they make me walk the plank? Like??? Why would I randomly be summoned?? You always hear names getting called but it’s never your own, you know?

Anyway, turned out my ticket hadn’t been correctly scanned. The more you know!

As I returned to my seat, I was mainly thankful that it wasn’t that they’d found out about all the drugs I had in my bag.

Just kidding. Don’t do drugs, kids.

And two hours later, we stepped off the boat! After a short walk, we made it to our car hire place, got in the car, and soon enough we were driving along, seeing our ferry depart.

Allegra said that if dad could drive on water, then he would be faster than the ferry, probably to console dad who was h e a r t b r o k e n that the ferry was faster than him.

So I hilariously said, “jesus take the wheel”.

I think I was delirious with fatigue at that point, since it’s not that funny.

Anyway.

Our place to stay is rather nice, they left us biscuits and drinks and it’s a rather cool place with a nice view. Once we got there, I tried to do my signups for my uni next year, but there is a problem with my bourse, they have me as going to Toulouse, which, please. I am a Parisian girlie at heart.

Anyway, I kept falling asleep as mum tried to sort it out, so I lay down on the sofa…

… and missed a whole chunk of the day. Now I believe that everyone but me and Tate (who was also asleep) went out, Allegra said something about being chased by a killer, I don’t know.

Glad I missed that.

I woke up when they came back, utterly out of it.

So I missed what happened for like the next half hour, just drifting in and out of awakeness.

And then Lily was making dinner, an absolutely delicious lemon and pesto pasta. Mum says she has the casswell genes of making anything from nothing.

Lily said I had better write elegies about how tasty it was. Here I go.

O, pasta, O sour pesto pasta, how can I ever bring food to my mouth again if it does not have the distinct flavour from which you were born? You pasta so tender, your vegetables so healthy, your sauce so perfect? I have been blessed to be able to partake in such a meal, and yet cursed since I will spend the rest of my life chasing but another hint of the taste of that meal.

Anyway, after dinner I began to write the blog, but I quickly got distracted by the Iris clucking video. My sisters and I watched a few, trying to guess the song that was being sung.

It turns out Allegra is a chicken whisperer. She got so many, so fast. Lily and I could only watch, befuddled, astounded, and dream of having such a useful talent.

And finally, beds were made, and blogs were finished, and so this is the end of our travelling day.

And so this is where we pause our trek up Mount Olympus, folks.
Bye family!!!Leggi altro