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Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus, may you catch the goats that roam freely through life’s path!

Today was a day that I can get behind: a chill day.

I woke up, spread out in my massive double bed. My head was not on the pillow (sometimes they annoy me what can I say), and despite being lower on the bed, I had not even ruffled the folded towels placed on the end. That’s how big my bed is.

Or maybe it’s a testament to me being small.

But I chilled in bed before getting up. I checked the notes app on mums phone as I did this, and saw a note with a title that took me some time to understand, before I remembered: last night, Tate and I were up late as per usual, and when I left, I pretended to bite her foot, and she said, “Don’t eat my feet!” After a pause where we stared at each other in vague horror, Tate breaks into a shimmy dance, and says, “They’re not *seasoned*!” And pretended to season her feet. But she said it in a way that Schmidt from New Girl would, for those who know.

It was so funny. I’m sure you can imagine my confusion when I saw that written down first thing in the morning.

Anyways that story was probably too long, so I made my way upstairs, past the open door to Mum and Dad’s room, and I snuck up on Lily who was in the kitchen. Lily then exclaimed that she didn’t know I was up, since when she walked by mum and dad had said “morning moo moo!”. I was deeply hurt, so decided to walk by again, just in case, even sticking my head in the room.

Nothing. My heart is but a shriveled husk.

Lily loudly laughed. Mum later apologized and called me a “church mouse”. I don’t know what to say.

Breakfast was decidedly not tasty since it was real milk which - refined taste - is something I have grown to dislike since being sort of vegan.

Lily and I then had a vague argument about the pronunciation of a word, I can’t remember which, and I then asked Dad. Lily stopped him from answering, saying it annoyed her when I did that, and why didn’t I ever ask mum, and it’s the patriarchy. While perhaps true, I simply relied, “mum makes up words all the time”. Unbeknownst to me, Mum was behind me, so I jumped when I heard her say, “it’s true, but I feel like that’s a hypocritudity”.

We laughed.

But then Lily was laughing less because she was reading my blog from a a day or two ago, and she took a strong offense. Apparently, Max Verstappen isn’t her favourite, but rather Lewis Hamilton is. On that note, Dad made the same comment : he also prefers Hamilton to Piastri.

What I’m hearing is that Lewis Hamilton is an f1 god.

Lily also took offense about the two white dresses that we both wore, but she changed: they are very similar. Both “baby doll style and Greek white”, she says. I said I would print a retraction. Or just apologise in the blog. So. Sorry!

At some point in the morning, Allegra got up. Mum walked into the room she was in, Allegra said “wait gang” (she has picked up the habit of calling anyone “gang” it’s quite funny), and Mum said “oh, sorry gang,” and idk why but I found it hilarious. So. It’s in the blog. Such is your plight that you have brought upon yourself by reading my barely coherent fatigued ramblings.

Anyway, then I proceeded to die for reasons I will not disclose. So I fled my family to go hang out with my favourite sister, Tate. Who was asleep. Hence why she is my favourite: she can’t bother me.

I read in peace for a while, but then decided to shower since the one here was the nicest in all of the places we had stayed.

I struggled for ages trying to get music- my account would not connect on Tate’s phones and I knew she wouldn’t be happy if I played Taylor on her Spotify.

Too bad for her, because mine wouldn’t work. So.

She was indeed not happy when she woke up and found out.

But a thing about that bathroom is that the lock is a lil’ annoying. In that when I tried to unlock it, the old vaguely rusted key wouldn’t budge.

I wriggled it again. No joy.

Three minutes of desperate attempts to get out of the damn bathroom later, I began to make my peace with living there permanently; I had music, one small window, what more would I need?

One last hit against the door, and it must have dislodged something, because I could turn the key, and leave my prison.

The return to civilization was tough. Society, being around people, after being alone for so long…

Lily and Allegra had done yoga, so while it seems they have given up on their exercising dreams, they have never given up on Cassandra. Those who know, know (I’m looking at you Ali :)).

After that, I chilled a while, then chilled with Lily as she did her makeup (it is always very satisfying to watch since I have no ability to do makeup; it’s very nice to watch Lily expertly navigate her eyes). I did paint my nails blue to match Greece , though.

But we had to go out to the supermarket of the island, which was about a twenty minute drive give or take. So we all got dressed and ready and then we made our way out. We passed a fruit truck (the one source of vitamin C in the town? The only way to avoid scurvy (an illness that is objectively hilarious to me. Like, you can die. Unless ☝️ you eat an orange)?). Sadly they had no plums, Allegra’s one true love.

We piled into the car and were on our way. Mum and dad decided they wanted some variety in their life and turned right instead of left.

This turned out to be a rookie mistake.

The roads were tiny. The turns were sharp. The parked cars had no regard for rules or the space necessary for others to pass.

It resembled one way streets. Sadly, they weren’t.

Two taxis appeared ahead of us, coming our way. Dad had no choice but to reverse through the narrow alleyways, as the taxis advanced.

It was like watching a master at work. Like the birth of star. DaVinci painting the Mona Lisa in real time.

We all stayed in breathless silence, as Dad navigated the streets and cars and mopeds.

Finally, we were in a spot where the taxi’s could pass. One did with no qualms. The other had to stop, roll down his window, and basically call us “bloody tourists” but in polite wording.

Pfft. As if he could do what Dad just did.

Anyway, we then made it to the supermarket with little trouble.

The supermarket was fun, we bought food. What can I say. It’s a supermarket.

Afterwards, we walked along the pavementless road with fast cars and blind corners to the nearest bakery. Now as we were in there ordering a bunch of stuff and asking what everything was, this ginger lad, maybe twenty or so, came in to get a chocolate milk and that was it. He had to wait in line behind us for maybe five minutes, I found it funny.

Anyway, we then made our way back to our car, drove a much easier route back home, and after a small amount of trouble at the small waterside road outside our house.

And as this trouble was taking place, a guy on a moped passed us.

And it was GINGER BAKERY BOY!!

We found this so funny. This bakery is like twenty or more minutes from our house. So. How is he here???? It was very funny.

Back at our place, we had some lunch, consisting of the pastries we had bought from the bakerei as I like to call them,

During lunch, Dad made the old school friend joke, this time about his Irish friend, Dermot O’logist. It was rather funny. We then had a conversation about the twins’ thoughts on how one should respond to a compliment: apparently they think you have to say thank you and not “I know”. It got a little heated when Lily and I vehemently disagreed with them. Allegra’s exact words were “you annoying piece of sh**, you stuck-up wa**er, go straight to hell you ugly piece of sh**”.

I said “I know”.

But it was all in good fun, Allegra would like to state that she is not an aggro person, and after lunch we were back to happy chaps once more, although we were all shook to realise that it was 4 already.

We didn’t do much for a while, since it is a rest day, but then Lily and Allegra forced me and Tate to go down to the beach that we literally can see from our balcony, we are just about in top of it which is very convenient. So we did, although Lily made us sunscreen in the six o’clock barely there sun, but we strolled down to the beach.

And then I see a familiar head of hair, which of course I point out to my sisters.

That DAMN GINGER BOY was at the beach!!!

It’s quite funny how he is everywhere.

But we all had a quick dip, mine was shortened by a fish that seemed to have a vendetta.

You see, I was just chilling when I get a sudden pain in my shin, I’m thinking, did I kick a rock or something? So I look around in the water and I vaguely see a very small fish.

Which proceed to swim at me at full speed and just crash into my leg again.

It actually hurts a bit, so I got out of the water, telling my sisters about how I had been chased out by an angry fish. Tate didn’t believe me.

Her reckoning came in the form of that same fish. She swam far out to avoid it.

Lily laughed at me.

Her reckoning came in the form of that same fish. She fled the water like me.

Allegra was impartial and so was spared the immeasurable violence of such a small creature.

We chilled at the beach, watching the pale ginger lad with a dark haired, well tanned family, wondering how he fell in with such a crowd, but Tate and I headed in since we had no desire to be there in the first place.

We relaxed, I read, she messaged her friends, but Dad went out to join my sisters and bring them back, so they came home and installed chaos. Well not really, but still.

I hung out with Lily in the front room, then went to hang out with Tate, then decided I would make dinner, but dad told me it was too early so I instead hung out with him and Lily on the balcony. I did a sudoku as we listened to the sweet sounds of Taylor’s TTPD. I nailed the sudoku. And every song.

The time came for me to make dinner, and what can I say, I am an expert cook, but I do lack the Casswell skill of creating a recipe. I am a rule follower down to a T.

The pasta salad was exemplary. Compliments to the chef aren’t good enough, as Lily says.

I will spare you the end of her saying.

We chilled during biscuit time, we laughed at Lily’s inability to dance nonchalantly, I showed off my two patented dance moves (the “Lego” and the “Swing” as they have been named), to the delight of my sisters: I famously can’t dance.

We also looked for the mysterious light from yesterday (Allegra’s grandma who got set on fire and flown into the air, if you recall), to no avail. We did see the lights on the top of boat masts; mum declared it was to warn low flying planes. There was a moment of silence before we all laughed.

Further discussions were had, for those who have seen Derry Girls then you know the character of Colm. Colm is Lily.

She was talking about a reference, but went off on a a tangent and out loud wondered about if it was from bullet train, the movie, and how her friend quotes it all the time but oh wait, he says it in French so it can’t be from bullet train, but it certainly is something that would be at home in that film…

It was funny.

Then Lily got a laugh from dad when Allegra said “me and Tate, we’re on another level of comedy”, and Lily shot back, “what, a lower level?”

It was funny, if sadly inaccurate.

Finally a calm time came, I began to compose this here blog listening to the sweet sounds of Taylor’s ninth studio album, evermore. No skips.

There you have it!

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