So yesterday I went to the town of Corfu. The old town was nice. It had this really big old fortress that the Venetians used and which allowed Corfu to never be occupied by the Turks. I wandered around there for about two hours, into every nook and cranny that I could, and felt like a little kid exploring. I love old places like that. After that I had a few hours to kill until the 8 PM bus back to my hotel, so I wandered around in the shops, and then sat down at a cafe. right after I ordered, I saw the guys from the night before across the street. I waved my hands wildly over my head, looking like an idiot, to get their attention. they came over and joined me for a bit before they left, at which point I sat and read my book for a while. Took the bus back. On the way to town, I had met a couple of girls from my hotel, and they were on the same bus back too. Anyway. Corfu town was nice I guess, but to be honest I wasn't all that impressed. Maybe my expectations were just too high, bu t I found it to be a very dirty, loud, chaotic city, even in the old town. Whose alleys were crammed with people at the shops.
Anyway, I was tired by the time I got back so I called my mom and then for some reason I got really homesick. I just thought how yeah, I'm meeting lots of people, and they're friendLY, but they're not my friends, and I miss them a lot. So I cried for the first time since I arrived. It took me 11 days of travelling alone. I would say that's a pretty good record of time. Then I took a nap and then decided to head either to the bar at reception or the club. Went to the club, and saw the girls I had met on the bus. They were so sweet, the Canadian girl gave me a keychain from Canada and the Korean gave me some Korean money. Then this HUGE group of Slovenians arrived, about 250 of them. They left me with a very bad impression of their young people but at least they got the dance floor going, so me and the canadian girl went out and danced a bit. We also all exchanged stories of guys who have flirted with us on our travels.
Then, after the girls left, I had a pretty good (but annoying) story happen to me. After sitting there for a while, I decided to go back up to my room, as it was like 1:30. As I was walking outside, this Australian guy was very drunk and asking me why I'd go to bed. So this other girl said she would go in and dance with me. so we're dancing, then she goes off to get a drink. Then some other guy swoops in to dance with me. Turns out he was from San Diego. He said he was 29, but he was much older. About 30 seconds into dancing he tried to grab my ass, and I said no and moved his hand. He was all "Oh, come on, why not?" and "It's not my fault you have a nice butt. I blame it on genetics. Blame your father!" Ok. Whatever dude. He did it a couple more times and I said "do it again and I'll slap you." Then he would try to "dance" with me, twirling me around, but he sucked at that. And he said "I'm going to debaucherize you so much when I'm through with you!" Is debaucherize even a word? I told him he coould try but it wasn't going to happen. Then finally I said I was leaving, and he asked where, and I said either the reception bar or my room. He asked why, and I said because I wanted to and was tired. Then he was like "Well, why don't we go back to my place?"
"Because I don't want to."
"Well why not?"
"Because, I'm not like that, I'm not that kind of girl."
"Well neither am I. Why don't we go back to YOUR place?"
"Uh, same reason."
He kept trying and finally I just left.
On the way up the stairs, I ran into this other guy I had met in Mexico City, and he just wanted somebody to talk to. We talked about the problems of the world (war, hunger, poverty, etc), and wondered why guys can be so aggressive with girls, as in my situation detailed above.
So I went up the reception where there were maybe 4 people at the bar. I just said I was there for some company. They all worked there, I think, and were pretty crazy but nice people. I told the bartender (who is VERY cute. Looks like almost exactly Evan. as in Evan and Jaron, my favorite band when I was 14) about the San Diego guy and asked if he knew him. Well lo and behold, about an hour later he comes into the bar, drunk and pissed off. I gave an awkward wave, as he was standing right next to me, and he glared at me like I was the biggest bitch ever. Hey, sorry I didn't wanna sleep with you five minutes after meeting you. Anyway, he got his drink, then tried to pick a fighw tith the bartender about change. Then he said "I'm fucked up and I'm picking fights. Everyone has a hobby. Mine is picking fights." I just said "Good for you," and almost added "and trying to sleep with girls way too young for you" but decided against it, considering his mood. And that's where my subject line comes into play: There has GOT to be an age limit on guys acting like that to girls. If a guy is in his early to mid 20s, it'so k, but after that it just looks pathetic. Which it was.
Anyway, i stayed in the bar until about 4, just talking to people, not even drinking anything. It was nice. I will probably end up there again tonight, if anything to talk to the bartender, haha.
Today though, I'm having a lazy day and just going down to the beach. No exploring, no cities, just laying there. Yes. Life is good.
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