@thebigsweed. We made it!! Oh crap! I don’t know when, if ever, I’ve been this excited about something. I feel like such a toddler dude, I can’t explain it. Put it this way, I even woke up Pura (you have no idea)—something I've done only about 5 times in the five years we’ve been together but I was totally prepared and willing to accept the 30 minutes of fire.

One thing I’ve never seen, though, that airport security—woah! The waiting area in Greece to board the plane was gnarly. Three different metal detectors when I’ve never, ever seen more than one—three! They each came with their own pat down, too. And while in the lobby, waiting to board, armed officers randomly kept checking passports. It was a trip.

Cool peeps—yes’ir we have. Eh, we ‘haven’t’ met some cool peeps, too, Bob! 👍🏿

I’m glad you liked these pictures, thanks for keeping an eye on me this long, our virtual friendship means a lot to me.

Those ladies—dude! True story—I wasn’t even picturing them, I honestly didn’t know they were there. All I meant to do was picture the sidewalk, it wasn’t until I began sifting through them I picked up on their face like “oh my goodness!” They looked like they wanted to bite my head off.

Well, she’s up and at’em now, sir, guiding herself through her phone scoping out various tours. Nazareth, Jordan River where Jesus was baptized, Mary and Joseph’s House, <—woah, my autocorrect capitalized “house.” Where he walked on water, fed 5,000, this is what i meant by excited, Sweed. The waitress last night hooked us up with a touring joint called Abraham Hostle, cool name, right? Oh, and our cab driver was named Joseph. We don’t have phone service other than WiFi in the room so I won’t be on the platform much, if ever, other than this one and only response, but I’ll catch ya’all up at the next spot if not sooner. It’s 7:45am and we only have 8 days here and I feel like I don’t have a minute to spare.