You spin me right round

As is the case everytime I say I will do something, it doesnt happen. Paradise ended up costing money, so we went to a beach hostel and hung with the people there. Some Aussies and Canadians. Talked politics, then caught a cab home.

The next morning, we didnt go to Delos, but continued living the life in Mycanos and visiting with Stephanos, our excitable bartender. I wandered around town by myself, dressed as a gypsy, while the Riggs family had beach time (I was too fried to even consider it). Two scoops of overpriced ice cream, one man on a mule, and many tourists later I headed back to the hotel where the Riggs treated me to amazing dinner of Scorpion fish soup and pasta, finished with a souffle split four ways. Decadent, that. Then Mr. Riggs, Eric and I headed back into town where we found a bracelet for Titi to thank her for saving my moms nerves many times over and then we went to a couple bars and clubs that I was not dressed for but danced and laughed nonetheless.

Yesterday we caught flights back to Athens where mommy and daddy Riggs abandoned Eric and I to wait five hours for our flight to Berlin. I met Andrew from Philly who was a self-made business man at the age of 18. He talked with an arrogance that made me not want to like him, but I liked the things he said. He slipped away without saying goodbye or exchangig info, so I can talk freely about him online.

I got hit with some kind of sinus thing that made me want to chop off my head so I sought comfort in the greasy arms of McDonalds, and though my double cheeseburger, fries, and M&M McFlurry were just what I wanted, what really made me feel better was the Deutsch guys in line, trying to decide what to get.
"Oooh, ein Quateh Poooowndeh."
"Mitt cheese!!!"
"Ja, ist classic."
"Oh, ja ja."

The flight got in around midnight to Berlin, Eric and I caught the train into town, then caught a cab. I wish I had stayed at the BaxPax hostel when I actually had time in Berlin. The bar was open on a Monday night, the location was central, and the bathrooms were clean. It had character, but not in the way that requires vaccinations.

I slept in my person pocket for the last time and it was the most memorable. A wine bottle in my luggage had shattered, so I woke with glass shards tangled in my hair and my skin smelling of cheap Greek wine. Deborah Riggs would probably say that was a better experience than actually drinking it. She wasnt a fan.

This morning we woke up with intent to see the city, but ended up just seeing Mathias (my friend who we stayed with in Stockholm) on his break from class, then missing our train to Hessich. The next one got in an hour later and Titi was laughing at me.

We threw my clothes in the wash, ate some of the fresh bread Jenns opa makes, then headed for Shaumburg with Titi and Adrian. I sent Eric and Adrian running around as Titi and I relaxed downstairs. We were all rewarded by spaghetti ice cream in town, I paid Titi the money I owed her, and now we are relaxing at home, eating pizza and talking of nerd things. Tomorrow Eric and I catch a train at 4:20am for me to catch a plane at 7:30am to get in at 9:30-10pm tomorrow.

Europe trip 2009 is coming to a close. I AM NOT READY! But the adventure of Healy/Lizzy/Hey Chica continues. Look for another blog about moving to Texas. If you are still bored and in front of a computer.

And anyone who I have met on my travels is more than invited to stay with me in whatever city I am residing at the time. Except for that creepy Italian guy. You know who you are. If I have learned nothing, it is the importance of community and supporting travelers.