Yay bonine!!!

I think I am actually starting to feel like a traveler. I ran around ancient Athens yesterday, checking out the Agorra, the Acropolis and the Olympian temple to Zeus. I can't even really wrap my mind around how old everything is...The art and architecture is stunning, whatever the age. I returned to my hostel for a shower, though it is hard to feel really clean in grody shared showers, and to change. I took my crappy 3 Euro bottle of sweet Greek wine (which was truly terrible, but hey the price can't be beat) and sat in the Hostel coutyard to read mybook. Just as I was starting to feel a little overly alone, I struck up a conversation with some guys traveling from Calagry Canada and a London, by way of South Africa, doctor. We sat around drinking some beers and chatting. The Canadian lads were endearingly red- necky, all computer employed metal heads that grew up on ranches. Aparently Alberta Canada is very Wisconsin, if you like, and they spent all night teasing me I was from southern Alberta, given all the similarities our high school years shared. The Doc was a bit of a popmus twit, btu hey, I can talk with a shrub for a couple hour if I have nothing else to do....We then set-off to find a bar, with the Canadian insisting we check out the Hard Rock cafe (which was deserted, thank god). As we were leaving we spotted a girl also staying at our hostel, a hippie type with a violin slung over her back. One of the guys bought her a beer for a song, so to speak, and she played us the most amazing blue-grassy fiddle type stuff. She was a hippe from Maine who had spent the past two years hitching across the states and traveling around the world, busking as she goes. A tiny little pretty thing, she has spent years hitching and occasionally sleeping on park benches, which is either very ballsy or very stupid, I'm really not sure which. We all said our goodbyes, the guys heading off for some more late night carousing, and I returned for a couple of hours of sleep, as I had to get up super early to make my ferry to Santorini. I woke at 5:30, much to the chagrin of the Japanese girl sleeping under my bunk, and set off to make my way to the port. Luckily there was a very sweet girl setting out right as I was, so we navigated our way through Athens darkened labryinth streets together. I get so confused in these winding Greek alleys. Everything was deserted, save for the few late night straglers...the greeks don't even go out to the clubs until 12 or 1, which I am finding very hard time to just start gearing up.
We made it to the ferry and I was a bit worried, as my stomach started to go wombly the second I stepped on the boat. I figured I was a goner the second we started moving...one bonine later, however, and I was a new person. The ferry ride was beautiful and I spent much of it chatting with the girl I met at my hostel, an Australian medical student. Upon arrival to Santorini we seperated and I took a bus from the port to Fira, where i am staying at a campgraound. I have a two person canvas tent with a locking door, a tiled floor and two little cots. It's not incredibly glamorous but it has a pool, fairly cheap internet access and hot water 24-hours a day, and as it it only 13 euros a night for my own "room", I'm stoked. Santorini is gorgeous and I just took a dip in the pool . Thnings could be far, far worse......