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fh_trips2018-10-11 02:51 pm
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Athens, Thursday Morning
That morning, the school packed up on Zakynthos and hopped into a portal, en route to Athens.
Too bad someone hadn't checked the itinerary.
The sun shone high in the sky and you could still hear the surf in the distance, that was the difference. But all you needed to do was see one donkey cart and realize: you were far away from home.
Welcome to Athens, sometime before 400 B.C.
Enjoy yourselves?
[[ ocd up! ]]
Too bad someone hadn't checked the itinerary.
The sun shone high in the sky and you could still hear the surf in the distance, that was the difference. But all you needed to do was see one donkey cart and realize: you were far away from home.
Welcome to Athens, sometime before 400 B.C.
Enjoy yourselves?
[[ ocd up! ]]
Re: Courtyard
So she'd spent most of the time since their arrival glaring at things and muttering "What the shit" under her breath, and then doing a little more glaring, arms folded, eyes narrowed, jaw tight.
But then she found some wine. And plenty of it. So the wine made things a little bit better.
...a little bit.
So now she was glaring, but with wine.