Summer in Greece

Greece

One thing about Greece in this time of the year; it's hot. Very hot. And since Greece and airplanes didn't have that incommon, my attire wasn't very appropriate. My knitted sweater had come of before we even landed, but my long pants I couldn't do so much about. Amanda, however, had excused herself about an hour before the landing and simply changed into some short shorts and a tank top. At the time I had thought it seemed a bit unnecessary, but apparently she was well experienced traveler and I now couldn't help but look at her legs with envy. As we got our bags I prepared myself to pull it open so I could change, but that we had no time for according to my mother. We had a transfer to catch, we couldn't afford to miss it. Which make sense, I know. So I skipped the wardrobe change, mainly because  I didn't want to bother the rest of the party. If it was just my little family, I would have made them wait for me.

Funny thing was, we weren't in a hurry at all. The combination of the grownups "we can't miss this bus"-stress and the chauffeurs laid back "the bus departs when I smoked at least two cigarettes"-attitude, had left us sitting on the bus for 27 minutes before it even started to move. I was slowly melting away, with easy-breezy Amanda beside me speaking about how beautiful Greece was. I had trouble keeping up as my sole focus was on getting the hell out of these pants. Why had I picked these black slim pants? They are usually so comfortable, but I don't think they will ever go back til their former self. The sweat would be the death of them. I shot my mom an other glare where she sat in her light summer dress.

I tried to focus on other things. Looking out the window I saw that Amanda was right: Greece was beautiful. The white houses with blue details, the purple flowers and the sparkling ocean.

We finally arrived at our hotel witch consisted of a bunch of different buildings. You could see the crowded beach just down the hill and then the deep blue sea. I got to fetch my baggage as I wanted to get to my room as quickly as possible. But adults in groups don't know how to move quickly. They stop and chat making you the last ones in the queue for check-in. I rolled my bag into the shadows and used it as a stool.
"You made the same mistake, huh?" It was Jacob who had decided to follow my example. I looked at his tracksuit bottoms and felt a little better about my situation.
"I swear, they are trying to kill me." I said nodding towards our parents.
"All of their happiness is actually annoying me right know." I understood exactly what he meant as we watched them. The parents chatting and laughing at bad jokes, Amanda taking photos and the 12 year olds playing games on their phones: All of them with bare legs.
"Why didn't we get the memo?" I wondered aloud.
"They swear they told me a hundred times, but I they're a conspiracy." He said
"Yeah, there're no other explanation." As I said that, Amanda walked up with a big smile.
"This is awesome." She cried out extending her arms in the air. She's for sure at least thinking of joining the cheerleading team at her school. Amanda was a very peppy girl. But her audience had next to no energy right now, so she didn't get any cheers in reply. I smiled though and gave a little nod. Jacob made an real effort on the other hand and actually started a conversation with her. In our moment of bonding I had seemed to forget who Jacob and I was. So, yes, even if the two of us were the same age, a match like Jacob and Amanda made more sense. The soccer dude and the cheerleader had much more in-common than I had with either of them. I was easily noticed at the way they talked to each other. Amanda so comfortable even with a older guy asked all the right questions about the upcoming season and mentioned names I've never heard of. And Jacob casually leaned back and answered the questions and asked a few himself while dragging a hand threw his hair. I didn't even try to join their conversation and likewise they didn't try to invite me in. Maybe I seemed boring, but I had come to terms with the fact I'm a bad conversationalist a long time ago. Therefore, I never joined a conversation without having nothing to say. And right now I had nothing to say. Well, except a few complaints I had about my current situation, but I realized that that probably was nothing Amanda and Jacob wanted to hear about. So, I sat silent starring straight forward like a total idiot.

"Kids!" we were waved over as our parents finally had managed to check in. I dragged my feet over and stretch out my hand to receive a key.
"Where?" Was all I asked before dashing of in the direction of the room. At last I saw the end of the sweatiness. At last I could join the "bare-legs"-club. And at last I could begin to enjoy this vacation. Maybe I was doomed to be the black sheep of this trip, but that didn't bother me. In fact I was going to use that to my advantage. I was going to be alone and I was going to enjoy evry second of it.