If you opened up this blog post after reading that incredibly ridiculous (but quite punny!) title, I'm impressed. You're either a dedicated reader, or you're skipping to the bottom just to see the photos. Again, this is judgement-free territory.
After a 3 hour nap and 12 hours of sleep, I think Val and I can now say we are on European time! Bravo! (That means "good job" in Greek....and we are going to pretend that I didn't just ask Val for the translation and I knew it.)
After a breakfast of Greek yogurt, some type of oat granola, and coffee, Valerie and I set off to purchase fresh bread from the bakery. I just really like the fact that you can walk to the store. I realize people in the cities of America can do the same thing, and honestly, if I lived in the city, I probably would still be thrilled. Let's just pretend because it's Greece and we were walking to a real Greek bakery, I was TWICE excited, or δύο excited. I also looked that word up. I'm just not doing well with all this Greek, ok?
Please enjoy today's outfit featuring the complimentary plane blanket I am now using as a clothing accessory (thank you Turkish Airlines). I also apologize for the random gang symbol thrown up in the first image. Please excuse my lack of street knowledge as I was homeschooled during the formative years of my life.
Below are snapshots of the scenery we enjoyed on our bakery outing...you know, the photos you actually came to see. I promise not to model or design outfits anytime soon.
"90 something percent of Greeks are Greek Orthodox" -Statistics told by Val
I absolutely love this. The bright oranges and the blue car parked in the front lawn (??) just seem so cheery on this rainy Sunday