I GOT A SUNBURN...the first of many, many, MANY more to come, I'm sure. But it's okay! That mean's summer has officially arrived! And I can slide into my favorite sundress-and-sandal routine...yeeha! Although I do wish I had inherited my mom's skin...my sisters tan like sun goddesses, while I inevitably turn out looking like a boiled lobster.

Last night I sampled Greek pizza since I 've been craving Jet's so badly, which was entirely different but also entirely fabulous. Aaaand there was chocolate souffle. By the time all is said and done with this program, I will be the size of a hippo. That is, unless I continue to go on all of the optional historical hikes....I swear, my mild-looking, arsty-craftsy history professor is in reality a LandRover in human form. His mountain treks make me feel like I could star in a Kashi commercial: "Seven Whole Grains, on a Mission." (Sidenote, Kashi cereal is also going on my list of things I will fervently indulge in upon my stateside return).

On an oober creepy note, some random guy (or guys?) have been wandering into girls' rooms here late at night. Sketchy much? And I had over 100 Euro stolen from my room, although we're not sure that it's related to the late-nite creepsters. Grrr...after all my careful Scrooge-like saving! We've essentially been told that the wandering guys are probably nothing to worry about...just some tipsy but harmless Greek men looking for American beauties. Pfft. Sexual harassment may not exist as a concept here, but it still weirds me out.

That really is the only borderline-scary incident though...usually the attempts at guy-girl connection here are just bizarre, mildly irritating, or downright hilarious. Yesterday my friend and I had a laughing fit after this guy called us "his beautiful little cherries" and clearly thought he was the smoothest guy alive for doing so. Ah, Greek men and their sorry conceptions about American girls...sure serves as some good substance for laughs, though!