Θεσσαλονίκη

I still remember that time as if it was yesterday..

Alexander the Great was only 25 and he had already conquered Egypt and half of Asia Minor..He had nailed it, practically, and was bitching about his tailor not quite nailing his new pharaoh outfit..pff.

Meanwhile I was in Amsterdam, having a sudden crush on a guy I had briefly talked to on a bus – a tall dark stranger named Darko. A guy that I subsequently searched for on Facebook for days on end to find him again.. I ended up sending a friend requests to all the million men on Facebook named Darko..

You problaby think the timeline of my story and that of Mega Alexander do not overlap but I guarantee for me it feels like they do.

And today, more than 2000 years later, after many personal battles and antics, I am happy to report I haven’t lost my faith and I’m still engaging in this kind of virginal exploits. But these days, just to find ..shoes! 

After spending more than 10 seconds in the heart of Thessaloniki, I quickly realized that I don’t give a damn about its Acropolis. Instead, give me some Arcopedico shoes right now! 

Those red ballerinas shining in the window of a Pharmacopeia! Lemme try ’em right away.

They almost fit me!

ALMOST!

This bloody word which has been piercing both my romantic and orthopedic history like a red thread since forever.

“They look and feel awesome, except they are 1 size too large. Do you have 36?”

“No, unfortunately not!”

“Oh, bugger! Well, now what? I have no choice but to do some sightseeing.”

“Yes, go right there – not far from the White Tower with its white knights – you’ll find the Museum of Illusions. Quite fun, really!

“Oh, thanks for the directions! I was SO close to ending up in the Museum of Disillusions 🙂

Ok, so now that I got the piss out of the way, let’s talk about the real shit!

1. Who needs shoes, when you can wear socks and a new skirt? Huh?

1. And more socks :))

1. Who says that white knights in shining armor don’t exist anymore? They do! They just walk around in a shining gown nowadays. Here’s my Tinder date in Thessaloniki 

 

Good times:

 

 

 

And of course the search for the Saint Graal of Toothpaste continues..