Nothing profound...just a hello

Surprisingly enough, with a day consisting of blogging, sunning, reading, eating, and watching the World Cup game....not much incredibly interesting happened yesterday.

I will note that I was disappointed with Italy's win. I can imagine slightly less deserving teams for the final, but it would be tough. I have never seen so many flops (for the non-soccer savvy....flop: when a player pretends to be hurt to elicit a favorable call from the ref) as last night. The Italian soccer players obviously have side jobs as bad actors...but....it worked to create a slow-paced game that was to their advantage. I mean, should a team that the US tied (after receiving like 50 illegitimate red cards) make it to the finals of the World Cup? There's my rant. Dave and I are rooting for France from here on out.

Here's a good one..... Dave did not bring swimming gear, and we have hopes of hitting atleast one beach in Greece....so, that was a problem. I have some gym shorts that will work just fine. David decided that he should go with the native style and buy a speedo (I like to refer to it as a man-thong...or man-panties). We found a store with some different options, and he went into the fitting room to try a few on without realizing how gross that was. So....he tried on a few and asked for me to grab a different size for him. As I perused the man-thongs, a woman came up to me speaking Romanian....to the tune of....."you can't try those on" would be my guess. I'm not sure if they were privvy to the fact Dave was abusing their poor merchandise at that very moment....but....when he came out....we quickly jetted to the dirty glares of all the workers. He was the one doing nasty things in the dressing room with his man-panties, and I got blabbed at in Romanian. I really don't enjoy being talked at in a language I can't at all understand.....although, I've become accustomed to looking clueless (I'm quite good at it) to stop the onslaught. Today, we headed back out to another store and found the poor victim. I feel for the small piece of navy spandex that is now confined to a life of cradling David's......body. To his credit, it definitely is the european style.....

Today's lunch was a hot dog with french fries as the main topping.....odd but still pretty tasty. A fav dessert in this region is a set of wafers cradling a layer of fudge. David did't like it, but I've had one daily....they run about 50 cents and are made locally.

We caught a little bit of Walker Texas Ranger this morning before heading out...and the question beckons......if the almighty Chuck Norris faced off with Steven Seagal.......who would come out alive? Don't even think about them joining forces...then, we'd all be in trouble......

Off for now. Peace.