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My last night in town I went to a sports bar called Lithos that had live music. Turns out “sports” just means different games of soccer. But the music was entertaining, even just in its form: one man playing a metallic pan flute and one woman playing an electric violin, with a synthesizer doing an automatic bass beat. This place also said it had the “best BBQ ribs in town” and I put them to the test. They were amazing, with something like a light honey-teryaki sauce on meat that was basically falling off the bones. I had a local beer to drink with dinner, called Keo (a light lager), and finished with a local spirit, called Zivania (something between vodka and ouzo). I wouldn’t order either again.

I also found out from the proprieter that there was a girl my age from Minnesota staying in the room next to mine for one of the nights I was there. But I never spoke to anyone who met that description, so we totally missed each other.

There was a moment that I sadly didn’t have my camera for where the moon was casting a silvery reflection on the inky-black waters of the Mediterranean. I felt like I had seen it before, but maybe just somewhere in my imagination. I felt like I was seeing the same image that the ancient Greeks must have. It was spellbinding.