"C'mon Georgie, you never know, we could be in luck!" Ringo told him. "If we follow this map we're sure to be in the laps of luxury!"

"Well alright, but if I'm right you owe me all the food we can afford here." George grumbled, following the others to the location of the supposed dressed olives around. "Hey, looks like we found ourselves an olive tree. I never knew there would be any around here."

"Well who cares how it got here, look! There's another note under that tree, I bet it leads to our next location!"

"But what about the map we got here? I'm sure we can find our way around without wasting more paper."

"Aw, it's in Greek. I wish Otis was with us right now."

"I'm right here Beatles! This letter here is a congratulations note and a mini map to four of the biggest olives known to man! You boys are in luck."

"I can share my giant olive with you." Ringo offered.

"Nah it's okay, this is all for you."

With that, the olives were eaten. The Beatles' bellies became as round as the olives they picked. "Boy am I stuffed, hopefully we can walk it off as we head to our next destination!"

"The freshest chicken souvlaki you say? But that's quite a while, let's check out the freshest spanakopitas first! It's much closer."

"But I think we should go through all our food tour in order, or else we might get off track."

"Even if it means we're skipping through some parts just to get back at them later? I say we check out the closest ones first, I doubt there's any penalties to going to random numbers."

"Well I'm still not sure."

If George spends more time walking to his food he might starve! Best to travel as little as possible so there can be more eating.

The locations are numbered for a reason, can't go out of order or else they might miss some food.