Santorini

After partying for 4 days straight in the debauchery that is Mykonos, it was time to relax in Santorini. We arrived in Honeymoon Island to find that we were the only group of three on the island, and everything is geared towards couples. When walking to our hotel on Kamari beach, we noticed that all of the restaurants had signs that read, “lovers special: 2 for 1” or “romantic dinner for 2”, and so on; every sign was decorated with hearts or cupids, and there we stood- three men. Actually, after Ibiza and Mykonos it was a pleasant transformation from sluts to sunsets. We rented ATVs and explored the island. The ATVs were a lot of fun, and Sam didn’t even crash one this year! This year it was Ace that was fortunate he paid for the full coverage insurance. We went to the south tip of the island where they have black sand beaches and water sports. The most enjoyable thing we did the entire trip was going tubing in the back of a boat; we all had separate tubes so the driver of the boat threw us into each other like we were human bumper cars. It was amazing.

On our last day, we met up with Gordy’s very close family friends Bob and Sue Emmer. They took us to a great lunch overlooking the Mediterranean. We caught up, heard funny stories about their kids Paul and Scott, and even got mistaken for celebrity groupies just by being around them! Once they left, some Scottish people asked us if we were just with Steven Spielberg and some other famous lady (We didn’t recognize her name). They were so excited and thought we were so cool for being associated with some a-listers. They asked us what we did; we just keep it cool and told them Ace is rich.

After our celebrity lunch we headed to the northern tip of the island, IA, where we watched the sunset with all of the honeymooners. Once again, we were the only group of three. It was a nice break from the degeneracy, but we were to head to Czech Republic were we would continue the debauchery. We would be staying with Sam’s sister in Czech and celebrating Gordy’s birthday- next stop, Prague!

Mykonos

After a nice cultural experience in Athens, it was time to party again. We took a boat to Mykonos only to be dropped off at some vacant port with no one around; there we stood with 100+ other people with nothing around and no one knows how to get to their accommodations. After a bus ride through some cliffs, a walk through a town, and a taxi ride up a hill, we found our hotel. We were very excited to stay at the Hotel Aelos as it was the 7th best hotel in Mykonos according to TripAdvisor. We found out the website we used to book (skoosh.com, horrible don't ever us it) screwed us and put us in the New Aelos Hotel, 100th best hotel in Mykonos according to TripAdvisor. It was horrible. We were so excited for our nice baller hotel, and we found ourselves feeling like we were back in Ibiza. So we put our bags down and partied the whole time, avoiding our hotel at all cost. During the day we went to a beach party at Paradise Beach. It was similar to Bora Bora Bar in Ibiza, but with less sloppy Brits. Every night we made our way to the Scandinavian Bar and by the end of our trip we were gods their.

We got a bunch of free t-shirts, never had to pay cover, got fellow Americans in at no cover, and all the while sneaking in drinks so we did not need to buy 8€ mixed drinks. Amazing. Mykonos was the most authentic place we had ever been. The pure white buildings with the blue windows, pink flowers hanging from hatch patios, and drunken Greek people everywhere. We met so many cool people, our favorite being Jersey Dan (stereotypical super buff American nice guy from Dirty Jersey). Minus the mix up with the hotel, we had a great time in Mykonos! Next stop, Santorini! 

Athens

We left Ibiza at 6am and arrived in Athens at 10pm. A long day of traveling once again left us tired and we spent the first night in Athens sleeping. At first, we hated Athens: it took forever to get into town from the airport, it is by far the dirtiest city in the entire world, and we had to walk through one of the toughest areas in the world to get to our hotel (bloody crack-heads and bums everywhere looking at us cross-eyed because we bath) However, we soon learned to love this place. Such great history and such great views from all over the city. Also, this city is so affordable! We ate authentic Greek meals for about 3€, 40min taxi was only 18€, and the prostitues outside of our hotel looked like they had to be really cheap. Our hotel had an outside resturant on the roof with a view of the Accropolis at night. The resturant served free water and seemed to like Americans, two firsts for Europe.  After only two short days in Athens we fell in love; we were willing to look past  
all of the filth the city was made of to see a historic town that likes Americans. Next stop, Mykonos!

Ibiza

For those of you who follow the blog, we returned to the land of the sloppy Brits. We stayed in a better part of the island this year, and by better we mean a step below a motel 6 status. We checked into our dump, and pretty much partied the entire 4 days. We told every single person that we aren't British. We slept till 4pm everyday, and went to the beach until 4am every night (?). All the while, letting all the girls know they were lucky to be in the prescne of young men from the same country as Michael Jackson. We used to make fun of the britsh "mates" for singing and being obnoxious, this year we just sang "Proud To Be an American" as loud as we could all night long. It was a lot better Ibiza trip this year. Don't get us wrong, last year was pretty amazing. However, traveling with a millionaire in a place with a bunch of British gold diggers can be pretty amazing. Ace got every cute girl on Bora Bora beach because we let them know his bank account is the bank's ammount.

Barcelona

After sleeping and refueling the Mark Sanchez (Jets) we started day one in Barcelona. We got a decent hotel this time around, and by decent I mean horrible by US standards but high class for European standards. We told Ace not to get used to it, there would be filth to come, even by European standards. First thing we wanted to do in Barcelona, hit the beach... And we did. Last year, we roamed around Europe not really wanting anyone to know we are American; different story this year! We hit the beach with our American flag, USA Basketball jersey, and an "I Love NY" t-shirt. We let everyone in Barcelona know where we're from, whether they asked or not. We were a little jet lagged so we called it a night after about 10 hours of being annoying Americans (and by annoying I mean amazing). Day two we suited up in our running shoes and jogged all over the city to see the tourist stuff (we have to keep the investor happy). We saw everything from Sangria Familia, bull fighting stadiums, and a bunch of other pretty lame things. The best part of the running tour was the running. Flag and Jersey in hand, conservative Ace wore non-American apparel. That night we went to the same pool party that we attended last year. We told everyone that America is the best: basketball (gold in the olympics), futbol (US beat #1 ranked Spain about a week ago), and pretty much anything else that is important. Our last day in Barcelona was July 4th. We pretty much did the same proud American BS we had been doing the previous couple of days on the beach. Next stop, Ibiza!

31 Hours in Transit

Gordy and Sam left Los Angeles at 9am Pacific Time on Tuesday. After a 5 hour flight to Newark, NJ (aka hell on earth) we met our best friend Ace and were faced with a 3 hour lay-over. After a 6+ hour flight to Dublin, we had missed our connecting flight to Barcelona. That cost us 6 more hours and a 100 Euros each (about 4,000 US Dollars). We slept on the floor for a few hours in the airport, only to wake up to some British kid falling on Sam and Sam screaming at the 5 year old, "what the hell is going on in this country?!" Finally, we boarded the death trap that is Ryan Air. About 3 hours later we were in Barcelona. It was Thursday morning. We're not sure what happened to Wednesday, but
regardless, we had arrived.

Prologue: We're Back!

One year after coming home from the hell that is Europe, something inside of us brought us back. Similar to when Dr. Jack told Kate "we have to go back" we found ourselves making plans to return to a place we were so happy to leave only 365 days earlier. Perhaps it was the oceans in Barcelona, the sleezy idiots in Ibiza, or the fact that we never made it east to Greece. With that in mind, our trip was planned: Barcelona, Ibiza, Greek Islands, Prague, Amsterdam. This year we will be visiting all of our favorite places without making any of the mistakes we did last year. And the best part, we would be accompanied by a black, rich, young ibanker better known as Ace Tolia. Barcelona for the beaches and some tourist stuff that Ace lobbied for. Ibiza to party and give British people one more chance at redemption. Greece because it better be amazing. Amsterdam because we are accepted there. Last but not least, Prague to meet up with our two favorite wing people, Paula (who is also Sam's sister) and Jerimiah. With the addition of Ace, his positive attitude, and his millions of dollars, this year should blow last year away! Thanks for checking in!