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The Lost Boys
Welcome to our blog! We will be writing about our adventures throughout Europe over the next half year (or longer). In case you read our title and thought "Lost Boys, wtf?" The Lost Boys are Peter Pan's followers who do not want to grow up. In order to stop the process of growing up and avoid responsibilities the Lost Boys escaped to Never Never Land. In our case Europe is our Never Never Land, a place to escape from growing up, from getting jobs, from becoming real people and having a shit ton of fun along the way!

Mark is the bobble head of the infamous Mark Bradford, father of the Bradford family. The Bradford family took me in under their wing while I lived in Indiana and so I thought I would take a piece of the along with me on this trip.

So if you find yourself being a grown up with responsibilities and are bored at work or at home, your escape is only a click away!

Thanks for reading!

-Jamie and Michael


Monday, February 28, 2011

When asked where you are from, say Australia! (Pt 1)

This is Part 1 of 2:

The scenery in Athens has been really nice so far and with the summer weather on its way, it can only get better! So this got me thinking, "I best start to learn a few things about Greek women." While buying a few things at the supermarket that we frequent almost daily, I decided to spark up a conversation about Greek girls with the clerk. The conversation started as one of the beauticians from the salon a cross the street walked into the store. My jaw drops every time we walk past the salon because of the amount of gorgeous girls that work there. Anyways, as she ordered her carton of cigarettes, she knocked over a box of straws. I leaned over to help pick them up, she immediately stopped picking them up, leaving me to put the straws back into the box, and went back to buying her cigarettes. No "Thank yous", no "Efcharisots", no eye contact was made.

Taken aback, as soon as she left I asked the clerk, "Did I do anything wrong there?" He responded, "No, no, don't worry about it, that is just the way girls are." He followed up by pushing his finger to the tip of his nose, pushing upwards, and saying,"Greek women are stuck up. They judge easily. Even Greek men have a hard time." I replied, "Yeah and let me guess, they don't like American guys either?" He nodded his head, "Sorry dude." As I left the store the Charlie Brown slow, sad, piano solo played out. I was a little disheartened, but perked up when I realized the challenge that awaited me...

Here is an example of the Greek scenery... Just kidding, but she really is Greek.

2 comments:

  1. Great posts you two...the riot was really interesting to read about.
    Was the pita pizza recipe the one I sent you?
    The dichotomy between your cooking posts, snobby greek girls and riots is hilarious.
    Keep up the great pics, love them.

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  2. Dear Jamie, Life lesson number 1, hate to stereo type buddy but some of the beautiful girls out there have taken zero time to develop their inner beauty. Average looking girls may be more beautiful inside which makes them shine on the outside ;o) Keep up the helpful gentleman mannerisms because I guarantee girls worth noting will notice the little details and will say thanks.

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