The lady doth protest too much, methinks

I just remembered! I haven't said a word about my lovely trip to Greece except in my previous post. I'm sure that anyone reading this is now hanging on my every word and absolutely dying to read all about it...

We started and finished in Athens, going round (not necessarily in this order!) Delphi, Sounion, Epidavros, Corinth, Mycenae, Olympia and Tolon. The most beautiful places had to be Tolon and Sounion, just for being on the sea, but Delphi was pretty darn amazing too in the mountains. I got so much exercise it was ridiculous, walking up and down hills and mountains all over the shop, following my teacher Mr. Collins (who we have all decided is a Bionic Man) who never got tired. In Mycenae, the oldest site we visited, we went down into the 3000 year old water cistern cut into the rock. Completely pitch black but incredible. Of course, we had to run in the original Olympic stadium and sing Jerusalem - and then Bohemian Rhapsody, not sure why - in the theatre with perfect acoustics in Epidavros. We found wild tortoises in Athens and got rained on on the Acropolis, though that was the only day we had bad weather and it cleared up pretty fast. The rest was baking hot to us, though the Greeks were all wearing coats and no doubt thinking we must be from Siberia or something!

It was incredible. Sod the Greek islands, give me archaeology any day. And of course it's great going with a group of people like that - all but one of my close friends were with me, so it was especially fun.

...I am. I'm all happy and have been for the past 10 days now because I'm going out with a very nice lad called Alex.

*beam*

It was all a product of my Ancient History trip to Greece, where there was a big ruckus with a lot of the not-knowing-who-knows-what and you-can't-tell-soandso-this and basically the rather messy product of a lot of teenagers stuck on a very nice holiday and not having anything better to do than all get in a tizz with each other. Unfortunately I ended up becoming the communal box of tissues - to cry on, not to blow your nose on, I hastily add - while somehow managing to also be at the centre of the Ruckus.

And Alex and I went up to the top floor of the hotel to talk through his side of things and a whole group of people marched off down the beach to look for us, convinced we'd gone missing. That was quite amusing.

But yes. Trips are good for that sort of thing. You get to know people so much better so quickly. It's great