Fugitive Diaries: Day 4

Let  me introduce you to our roommates.
Boys will be boys.

Left: John Mark Center: Andrew Right: Andrew

Day 4:

Word on the street was that a handful of flights were headed toward Spain with a route through Alicante. Andrew and John Mark decided to head to the airport to see if they could catch a flight. Andrew didn’t feel very good (lazy bum) and didn’t want to do anything. I think he was PMS-ing and told him to take a Midol. I thought I was funny... he didn't. I was determined to go to the beach and that is exactly what I did. I stepped on the tram and went to a beach farther down along the coast than the last time we went. I found a comfy spot and was looking forward to my routinely nap. This man, who was not wearing beach attire, just so happened to sit down close to me, a little to close to me if ya know what I mean. I noticed him but didn’t think anything of it. After about ten minutes or so he struck up a conversation which was totally fine. Zero weirdness. He seemed fascinated by the fact that I could French braid my hair. I wasn’t sure how to respond. He was also flabbergasted by the fact that I taught myself. A little strange, but eh.. we’re all weird. Since I have been in Europe, I have gotten the comment multiple times that I look like Audry Hepburn. He also seemed to think so and told me that I was beautiful. Getting higher on the “strange scale.” But the alarms started to go off when he said, “You know, I’ve seen you today.” Whhhhat? Excuse me? “You’ve seen me today?” I asked. “Yes, I saw you on the tram” he said with an eerie smile. CREEPER!! The alarms continuted to buzz in my head and I was preparing escape routes. The conversation quickly changed to something else and he commented on how he was cold and that he was going to go for a walk. Mmmk. Well I could not get comfortable and decided to change beaches. As I was gathering my belongings he returned. Blasted! Soooo close!!!! He asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. “Umm.. no thanks. I actually have to go meet my cousin” and I made a swift exit. I was grumbling inside my head “I bet if freaking Andrew was with me this wouldn’t have happened. I thought we were suppose to be married!” I then went back to my crappy beach and was praying that stalker dude wouldn’t follow me. I made sure that he was not on my tram and double checked the people who got off at my stop. Phew. Clear.

Day 4. They once again have attempted to apprehend us and take us into custody. They haven’t figured out that flattery doesn’t work with me. Throughout our conversation I had noticed his communication signals to his fellow comrades. I was able to bleed information from him without him knowing it. He let it slip that he was from Serbia and had attended the University in Moscow, Russia. Luckily for me, my dad is an American spy whose main mission is investigating the KGB. He had taught me all of their communication signals so I was able to comprehend his messages. He signaled that he was almost positive that I was his suspect, but that I was currently flying solo. On his “walk” he went to go prepare the quarters where they were going to hold us hostage. When he returned with the intentions of kidnapping me, I played it cool and easy which made him doubt his suspicions. Stupid Serbians. I departed that situation clean cut without any evidence that I was there. We’ll see what they have in store tomorrow.

 

Take 2. Got all situated on the beach and took a glorious nap. Went for a little swim and laid back out and began to read. This old crazy Greek man who was wearing a speedo kept running up and down the beach looking at girls and either saying “yuck” or “mmmm hot mamma” along with other things in Greek which I could not understand. Sigh… not again. I was laying by this one chick and the Greek man just stood in front of us. Double sigh. Where is flipping Andrew when I need him?? I just pretended that I was sleeping and he eventually went away. After the rays drenched my skin for a while longer, it was time to head back to the hostel, with a pit-stop for strawberry yoghurt ice cream. Andrew and John Mark were back from the airport.. no such luck for them. Their new plan was to go to Turkey. Haha. They had been joking about this but now it was for real, tickets had been bought and everything. Andrew, cousin Andrew that is, was still in bed. Geez Louise! I then skyped the parents and began looking for alternative options to get back to Germany. We might possibly be taking a train… that could be fun. I also got to talk to my bestest friend in the whole wide world! Samela! I hadn’t talked to her in ages so that was nice. Drew had finally gotten up and decided to take a walk. It was probably 20:00 by this time. John Mark, Cedric, and I decided to go out for drinks and some gyros. Mmmm. Those babies are good! We later met up with the Andrews and went to a Greek restaurant and ordered some baklava. Holy sweetness! It was quite tasty but I couldn’t finish the whole thing. It was getting quite late and the time came to head back to the hostel. Our plans for the next morning was to take a bus to Delphi and see how things went from there.