Sivota day 4

Sivota Saga: High Heels, Blisters & Boozy Betrayals

So yesterday we had this brilliant plan to catch a boat how very “Mamma Mia” of us, right?
Apparently, this majestic vessel came from Corfu and was going back to Corfu, and we were like “??? okay thanks for nothing.” So what do two stubborn queens do instead?
We walk.

SPOILER ALERT: This was NOT a main character moment, it was a survival episode.

Now, I don’t know who let me think high-heeled sandals were appropriate for an off-road hiking adventure, but here we are.
We ended up wandering through a Greek construction site YEP, literal gravel, new roads, chaos like we were starring in “Project Runway: The Roadkill Edition.”
My foot was gliding around in my shoe like it had a mind of its own, and by the time we finally made it downhill, I legit whispered to myself:
“I’m gonna have blisters the size of Mount Olympus.”
Let’s pray they heal faster than I can say Asklepios, the Greek god of healing. Because damn.

Later we went to dinner (yes, another pair of high heels because I clearly hate myself)
We walked to a cute restaurant and had the pizza of dreams, and because I’m basically Snow White, I stole all my Parma ham to feed the homeless cats.
I found FOUR.
Only ONE of them ate it.
Like BABE, I’m giving you Parma ham, not dumpster lasagna.
You’re starving but you’re also suddenly a food critic? RUDE.
Parma ham isn’t good enough for you? Honestly, I’ve dated men with worse taste.

So now obviously I have to go buy proper cat food today to redeem myself and feed the feline divas of Sivota.

And to end the day in true chaotic goddess style, my mom’s Cocktail Monster made a fierce comeback.
We watched the sunset and then walked back to the hotel where she proceeded to get tipsy and cheat at cards.
YES.
SHE. CHEATED.
Drunk and shady. My own mother. I’ve been betrayed.

If this was a Netflix series, it would be called:
“Heels, Ham, and Hysteria: The Sivota Scandal.”

This morning, I did my usual morning walk but this time in sneakers, and let me tell you, my feet were SINGING HALLELUJAH.
I passed some goats (celebrities in the wild), it rained a little, and honestly? Who cares. I’m in Greece
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