Ouza *moan*

Today was a rest day (thankfully). My legs are still a bit fatigued from yesterdays run. I went to a Greek festival and ate some really great food. The Gyro was absolutely delicious! The Greek salad was fantastic, I think the feta cheese was really fresh. The band that played, "Hellenic Sounds" was very talented. The Greek music was very pleasant to listen to during lunch. After lunch I went to the Taverna to taste some of the traditional drinks from Greece. Ouza? Thank sounded exotic and interesting. The bartender filled a small cup with the clear liquid and it quickly turned to milky white. Okay...here we go. Deep breath and.... gulp Ach! *cring* *gag* Woah! Strong licorice tasting burning alcohol was travelling down to my tummy. It gave me a jolt, I continued to try and sip it. It seemed like with each sip, the taste of Ouza was getting worse. I just couldn't finish the small glass. My tummy was feeling Ouza, my mind was also feeling a bit Ouza-ey. It was quite and experience I'll be happy not to repeat. After the Ouza, I was tipsy enough to go in and try to learn some Greek circle dances. It was lots of fun. I held hands with about 40 other strangers to learn the dances. Step 1, step 2, step 3, step 4...kick. Step back, kick. Of course the native Greek announcer pronounced kick as "keeek" It was so much fun. Wheee! Breakfast: bagel with cream cheese Lunch: 1/2 Gyro, 1/2 Greek salad, Ouza (ooohhh) Dinner: battered chicken salad, brown rice