Apparently you can just pick a place and dig and 9 times out of 10 you'll find a little bit of history right underneath your feet.
The hotel grounds overlooking the Mediterranean.
Old Greek style alleyway between our hotel and the neighboring hotel.
I wrote about this SCARY ASS HIGHWAY on a previous post. Good times.
"I wish I'd had the pleasure of staying here longer. I cried when we passed the Starbucks on the way back to the airport. More because I needed to get out of the BUS OF DEATH and off the HIGHWAY DROPPING INTO THE OCEAN than my need for caffeine. See exhibit A above. Shoulder schmoulder. You save money when you don't bother to put up guard rails on the OCEAN SIDE of the road."
Because WHY NOT.