To start from the beginning.
I’m not one for summer vacations. I don’t particularly enjoy the sun, because I’m really pale and I burn quite easily. Whenever I’m invited to either the pool or the seaside, I decline. I don’t feel relaxed just lying in the sun.
However, people usually don’t understand. “What’s not to love? It’s the sea!”
Also, I’m not a particularly good swimmer. Probably because I rarely ever do it. I like when I can touch the ground and I don’t have the need to go into deeper waters. I get tired easily so I don’t want to risk anything.
People also don’t understand that part.
Especially the friend that invited me this time. I’ve known her for about nine years now. We’ve even lived together for three years during university.
I’ve said multiple times that I don’t like going to the seaside, that I prefer to visit cities and go sightseeing.
Now, for the story itself.
One Thursday afternoon, I get a text from her asking if I want to go to the seaside for free. I’m not really sure what she’s asking and ask for more information.
Her cousin was supposed to go with his brother and sister-in-law, but the doctor told her she can’t go. And there were two available spots, and everything was already paid for.
She had no idea which place it was, how many days, how we’re getting there… Nothing. Just that we were leaving on Monday.
I talked with my family about it, they all encouraged me to go, of course. I kept thinking about it, and was sure I was going to say no.
We met with the cousin on Friday and he gave us more info. He didn’t want to go alone, and the money to go to waste because there were no refunds. We had to decide on the spot and go to the agency.
And I felt bad for my friend because she really wanted to go but didn’t have anyone else to ask. I didn’t want to ruin her summer, so I said yes.
Mind you, I didn’t even own a swimming suit. So I had to buy two as fast as possible ’cause we were leaving in three days.
I wanted one-piece suits, everyone was like ‘you’re young, get a bikini’. I did not get bikinis, probably the only thing that went my way.
I hate waxing, my aunt did my legs, but I can see every single hair that she missed and she missed a lot. My skin always gets red and irritated. I usually use an epilator after which it’s even worse but at least I do it myself and get every hair. I thought this would last longer and be done quicker. Nope.
And I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with leg hair. I don’t wax my arms, I’m completely fine with the hair there.
I’m also a very picky eater, as you could have probably guessed by now. I was quite afraid regarding the food, but I got it figured out and I was ready for the trip.
All that was left was to prepare mentally.
I will end the first part here as it got unexpectedly long. There will probably be two more parts and I’ll try to update as soon as possible. I am writing everything as it happens, and I think the second part will be up after I return from Athens, so probably on Sunday.