Magical Mystery Tour

Before all the helter-skelt of this past week+, I had planned out a magnificent post dedicated to our glorious weekend in Thessaloniki for Toby's birthday. Since then, all my creative exuberance has been negated by the forces of acting all serious and what not, but I assure you, at least the pictures themselves convey the legend well.
On the train to Thessaloniki, Comrade Tracey falls asleep during Lenin's lecture on the effects of the railway on the growth of capitalism in the nineteenth century. To be fair, the poor gal was beat after walloping me in Travel Scrabble. Not to worry, I got my revenge on the way back with my first ever 7 letter bonus word: sonogram. And yes, the old Greek man symbolizes Lenin and I Tracey.

The greatest photograph ever taken by my camera. Directed by Tracey, the genius lies in the mirror. Reflect, ponder, hallucinate, reach enlightenment.

What can I say? When we saw this, our Sunday evening suddenly became all booked up. Unfortunately, Bootyfishious was nowhere to be found, just some guy from LA who sold his dignity for a shot at the big time. But I didn't care; I was too busy losing a dance contest to Savvas' jelly roll.
The optic triad. The best part about this is Toby's camera, which is pointed who knows where. We laughed for about three minutes when we looked at her picture...I think it caught the edge of Tracey's coat. Then again, we did have some help...
Thessaloniki's best kept secret. Who knew such colors existed, and who knew they could be enhanced by the gastronomic treasures of the city?

At the city walls, at dusk, during a Chevrolet commercial. Then we deleted pictures from Toby's camera.

Tracey got indigestion. Toby went medieval on her and bled her fingers. I'm actually not kidding. Ancient Korean remedy. Or was it vampire remedy? Who can remember such details? The grimace says it all.