"As of right now, I don't have a plan," Julia put in. "Do you, Lili?"

    "I think we should find a hotel or a bed and breakfast somewhere," Lili noted. "It's getting late."

Even as she spoke, the sun slowly inched it way towards the shimmering ocean. The sky was turing a magnificent shade of orange. I pulled out my camera and took maybe seven photos, all with different exposures and settings. I'd add these to my slideshow of our trip. Lowering my camera, I turned. "Good thinking Lil." Lili just started walking toward the nearest street corner.

    We turned onto a the adjacent street and had walked about a block when Julia stopped and squealed, "Look!" She pointed toward the street sign. Below the unfamiliar Greek letters was the english translation: Odisseos. I tugged on Lili's sleeve.

    "Would you look at that. Do you think that's a good sign?" I waited for her to catch my joke, but she was staring up the street.

    "I found our Bed and Breakfast." She strode briskly up the sidewalk and Julia hurried after us. I hopped up the stairs of the old house and rang the doorbell. Twice. In a few moments, an elderly lady pulled open the yellow door and smiled. Lili stepped in front of me. "We're looking for a room. Do you have any vacancies?"

    Our room was snug, to say the least. I got the fold-out bed again. Yawning, I went through my night-time routine. None of us were hungry after our large, late lunch, so we just said goodnight and Julia switched her bedside lamp off. I promptly fell asleep.

    The next morning, while we were eating breakfast with the other two guests at a large table in the sunny kitchen, the postman came to the door. Julia glanced up for a moment, but then resumed drinking her tea. The postman handed the Mrs. Korba a thick magazine, several pieces of junk mail, and a brightly colored envelope. She tossed the junk mail in the recycle bin and ripped open the pretty letter. I looked up from my pastry. Mrs. Korba said it was called baklava, and it was layered honey, nuts, and a delicious flaky crust.

    Mrs. Korba had left to answer the insistent telephone, leaving the open letter on the table. As Lili conversed politely with the young woman next to her, I eyed the piece of paper, careful not to turn my head. It was an invitation to the pre-opening party for William Sonoma! Quickly, I pulled out my phone, turned the sound effects volume down, and snapped a picture.

    Back in our room after we had finished eating, I explained my plan to Julia and Lili. "I can think of at least three reasons why this is a bad idea," Julia sighed.
"Can you think of anything better?" Lili asked.
"No," said Julia morosely, with an even bigger sigh.