“Pack Your Bags…And Take Her With You.”

“Pack Your Bags…And Take Her With You.”

…had I heard those words at home it wouldn’t have been so bad.

Sitting on a beach, with nowhere to stay, and a four-hour flight back to Ireland, it felt a whole lot different.

“What are we going to do, Barry?”

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at my new girlfriend. “I dunno. We’ve still got twelve more nights here.”

The disco bars started to ramp up their music. It would be dark soon and I didn’t fancy sleeping on the beach.

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PS – And for those Curious George’s…..what happened next?

Well, after an hour of walking up and down the strand, we bumped into a young kid we’d made friends with.

And what do you know, his aunt owned a Greek restaurant that had an empty apartment over it.

An hour later,  she’d agreed to allow us to stay there for the next 12 nights for the princely sum of sixty quid. : )

Now, it didn’t have any running water, was as noisy as hell, but we didn’t care. – We actually had a better time staying there than we would have at the original place.

And that was the beginning of me and Mrs. Mac getting together.

And they all lived happily ever after.

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