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– Pub Club Pub Journal –
Tales from Around the Globe
Poetic Justice
There's rhyme and reason in Europe for this rookie traveler
It was
a blast at the beach; yet other fun was well within reach for the author
(right).
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Correspondent: Chrix Cox –
NATIONALITY: American (Los Angeles, via St. Louis, Missouri)
DRINKS: Rum and coke.
FAVORITE EUROPEAN CUSTOM: Experencing the different cultures.
With passport in hand and a backpack
to go;
I find my seat in the thirty-third row.
The plane does a jiggle, a dance, and a spring;
Goodbye to the Sopranos, no more Ba-Da-Bing.
The cabin is dimmed, no words, not a peep.
Everyone on there is consumed with sleep.
The stewardess came by with drinks and a joke;
I ordered the peanuts backed up with a coke.
"Oh no you don't," she sounded quite mean.
"A drink of that sort has too much caffeine."
Ten hours later of toss and turn;
We arrive in Amsterdam ready to learn.
One night we did spend in this grand Dutch haven;
Resisting calls from the windows that rang out like a raven.
On to Athens we went the Greek Isles our fate;
We dreamed of feta cheese and an olive skinned mate.
At customs we crossed but wait something's missing;
Therešs no freakin' guard the security they're dissing.
On Mykonos in July, a lot of Euros we do meet;
We make lots of friends exchanging kisses as we greet.
One thing is true about Europeans on any given date;
Whoever is their neighbor they most certainly will hate.
Each day on Mykonos begins at the beach; Settling down on the sand
paradise is within reach.
Pardon my detour, but to you males I must warn;
The girls on these beaches there tops have been shorn.
Mature you may think, above it you may feel;
Just wear dark sunglasses, the scene is unreal.
Beginning at 4:30 on each magic day;
A beckon to your ears will soon come your way.
The music will grow imperceptible at first;
Yet by five o'clock sharp the enthusiasm will burst.
On Paradise Beach at the bar on the sand;
The people will dance the music will command.
The gals will hijack and strut on the bar;
The boys will stare many mouths ajar.
This is great a place the fun runs deep;
Your memories from here for a lifetime you will keep.
As the sun heads down the crowd will filter;
You retreat for a nap to get your mind back in kilter.
As midnight approaches, the Scandinavian Club is hot;
If you're ready for a party it is there you will trot.
After a day like this you think tomorrow will be tame;
But the best thing about Mykonos is every day is the same.
At Santorini you will find a much different glow;
It's home to a volcano that actually might blow.
On Paros you will see many bars in a mall;
This is quite appealing if you're a sophomore this fall.
We trekked to the north with a visit to France;
Trying to order a sandwich takes a song and a dance.
These French are really something, with their language they dare;
If you don't speak properly, you starve while they stare.
On to the Brits who are proper and que;
What a polite group of people who simmer and stew.
The trip was outstanding the people first rate
Yet it's great to be back in my own home state.
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