Day 6 March Break Trip: Patras to Olympia to Tolo

(Read about Day 5 here)

(Read about Day 7 here)

Day 6 (March 13) our overnight ferry arrived in Greece.  We bused over to ancient Olympia.  What started out as nice weather quickly became a rainy havoc.

As beautiful and serene ancient Olympia was, I wasn't in awe.  By this point, we had been touring and busing and touring, amphitheatre after ancient ruins after amphitheatre.  If you don't want to read my rant, keep scrolling.

I came on this trip with four other friends.  When it came to bus partners, I was always the odd one out.  I know I could have talked to them and said 'hey can we rotate partner's?', but  I hate confrontation.  The seat next to me was like the wild card.  No one from any other friend group wanted to sit next to me for more than one ride.  Within the other friend group, I guess they kept switching partners since there was an odd number of them, which meant they were passively fighting over who got to sit with each other and who ended up, unfortunately, sitting next to me.  I felt awful and obviously since I was aware of what was going on, I didn't feel like making conversation with whoever sat next to me.  It gets 'better'.  For most of the time, I brought a backpack on the bus and left it on my seat when we hopped off to go check out a site.  This one time, I came back on the bus to find two girls sitting in my row and my bag out of site.  I was confused at first and ask them if they saw my bag, to which the didn't respond.  Then my friend said my bag was thrown onto her seat in front of mine.  They had the audacity to throw my bag on someone else's seat and act like it didn't happen.  It's not like I was reluctant to budge from that location.  If they asked me to relocate, I wouldn't have had a problem doing so.  I even cried to myself as I had my sunglasses on because at that point  I was sick of being on the bus.  I would always make sure to be the first to that spot.  That is until I wasn't the first and I had to sit up at the front, which I found to be so much easier.  I was sick of sitting near those people and up front, I didn't have a seat partner and no one was fighting for that seat either.

So although I'm smilling in a lot of the photos, there were  times that I just wanted to walk around by myself without being near others.  Sorry for bring such as debby downer.  I just needed to vent this somewhere.  I guess to sum it up... yeah there were highs and lows during this trip.

This is the old Olympic field.

Just as quickly as the rain came, it left just in time for our late lunch at a nearby restaurant.  I opted for the classic gyros which was delicious.

Nancy, is that disqus boi you?

The restaurant was next to a strip of mini souvenir stores and I got an olive hand cream, which was recommended by our Explorica guide.  Nothing special in my opinion.

Then we headed back on the bus for another couple hours on the road until we arrived at our hotel in Tolo, Greece.

(Read about Day 5 here)

(Read about Day 7 here)

Prom

Much like most girls, I have always been excited to go to prom.  In fact, the idea of getting ready excited me more than the actual event itself.  The summer before senior year I began sewing my prom dress (see construction photos here).  Many girls chose to wear very similar in style dresses.  This year the trend was: v-neck, body-hugging, with a leg slit.  While they all looked gorgeous, I felt really happy wearing an unconventional dress with unconventional shoes.

This post is going to be all over the place; from the negatives to the positives.  The thing about prom is that it is overhyped.  Girls spend upwards of two thousand dollars on this night, which can be very intimidating for some who don't have that kind of money to spend and feel like they shouldn't go.  I don't think prom is worth all that money.  I also didn't think it was all that eventful.  The DJ mostly played songs I was unfamiliar with, the dance floor was cramped, and everyone was just waiting to go the after party.

We also had the superlative nominations announced during the dinner service.  First off, the dinner service was mediocre, and secondly, the nominations were just a popularity contest.  Most of the nominees I didn't know, but judging by all the people clapping and hooting coming from the 'popular' tables, I knew who had voted for each other.

What I liked about prom was dying my hair blue, buying my shoes, sewing my dress, and going over to my friend Hanna's house to get ready and just hang with great people.  The most memorable moment was probably my friend Khela getting nominated for prom queen.  This was the most touching thing a grade of girls has ever done, in my opinion.  Khela is an incredibly supportive and spirited person who gets along with just about everyone.  All the girls came together to vote her as queen because of how supportive she has been to us all; hyping up our prom dress Facebook group.  Congrats girl.  You got the most deserving award.

To be honest, I don't have much else to say about this night.  Should I?

What was your prom experience like?

Was that my peak?

Back in April of 2015, my blog was doing the best it's ever done.  I was getting the most amount of views I've gotten per post.  That month, I got my first sponsor, and that month I had a concrete schedule.  But once I started to focus more on school, my blog's activity drastically decreased.  I'm by no means bitter that my blog isn't doing as well, I'm just taking this high as a reminder to continue to create content I'm excited about sharing, and to grow my audience organically.  There's no shame in wanting a larger audience.  A larger audience tends to lead to more frequent blogger-reader interaction.  With that said, I've got at least a weeks worth of posts scheduled back to back, so check back daily :)

What I am wearing:

Dress: Thrifted

Fanny Pack: Gifted

Shoes: Internet Girl via Depop

Sunnies: Store in Rome

Earrings: Urban Outfitters