R. Eric

That's in the next chapter. Athens just drips with that.

The Honeymoon We had a busy day in Montenegro. Our next stop was Corfu, Greece. We shouldn't have any problems there with tolerance. Corfu was an island off the coast of Greece. Neither Peter or I had been there. I read on the Internet (bless all who had a hand in developing that) they had plenty of beaches. Peter was looking, too. “Do you see something you want to see?” I asked him. Peter nodded. “I do.” He smiled at me and pointed to a picture of white sanded beach and beauti

I was in my teens when I realized we had a population in Charleston that spoke Spanish. Migrant workers on most of the large farms spoke Spanish. Dad, the preacher, went to minister to these "lost souls." They could never become like us. I took two years of French. One of Spanish, but speak more Spanish than French. I spoke more of Spanish and hardly any in French. I didn't have to.

We don't have to. That's a crime. I knew these three sisters in Europe. Two of them spoke seven languages. One was, mentally challenged (Mentally Retarded?) and she spoke four! Fluently. They had to! We don't.

The Honeymoon Dinner that night was spectacular. Oyster Fritters with a lemon/horseradish garnish. I was raised in the American South, knew about fritters, but nothing like this. And those were just the appetizer! Then we had Cognac Shrimp with Beurre Blanc Sauce. Whatever, it was delicious. It was French! When Henri came out to see if we liked it. My obnoxious side surfaced. “Henri,” I began sadly. “You can never cook for us again.” Peter grinned. “I agree.” Henr

Yeah, bitchin, ain't he? I'm flexing again. Grrr!

The Honeymoon We woke up with no itinerary for the day. The curtains were drawn which were thick and made the stateroom dark. I couldn't tell where the sun was. Until I became accustom to the Duchess, I needed use my own things. I held my watch up and touched the button on the side to illuminate the watch's face. Peter moved, groaning a little. “I don't want to get up.” “You don't have to.” I said rolling over. “But Yuri and Boris want to see us sail away.” I moved my fac

Yep, as bad as the one in 1966. I mentioned it with the loss of the art works. If not worse. Sad.

The Honeymoon We walked back to the main deck. Boris and Yuri were there, but Yuri was speaking with the men with us for security. He doesn't yell. He never has that I knew of. His quiet tones reminded me of when we left Boston. That almost parental talking to warning them what he expected of them. Boris came over to us. “We'll be leaving you tomorrow.” I smiled. “But you're staying here the night.” Boris nodded. “We can, but this is for you.” Peter nodded. “You c

The Honeymoon We lowered to land at the Marco Polo Airport. It was evening. We only an hour or so difference between Stryia and Venice. It ten in the evening in Makarovia and nine in Venice. We taxied to a section of the airport for private planes. Did we deserve this? No. It was necessary. Security had to be considered. I didn't see myself as better than anyone. I didn't see myself any worse either. Be it Olek, Fedir or anyone. Yuri waved Peter and me to remain while he

Bronco. Ford Rangers are fine. I'm a Bronco man! Grrr! (I flex and growl.)

The Wedding The reception was now in full swing. A lot of people wanted to dance with Peter and me. Women and men. I now knew what Olek meant about the weight of the crown. After a few hours I began to get a dull headache. Olek took his crown off, I forgot about mine. It was a thin thing, but gold weighs. I needed to put some Excedrin or something out for me next time. Hell, Aspirin would be good. Then, out came the cakes. Yes, cakes, with an “S.” They stood as tall as King F

I am! But I am GOD for my world I created. And I'm Prince of the entire East Coast! You Californians are on your own. The granola state, full of fruits, nuts and flakes.

That's right. As I said, he wasn't king. He is a Duke. And yes, he was listed as Louis XX and Louis XIV. He's a Louis! I used my Artistic License and got rid of the wife. Sue me. I put William on the Throne of England. I AM GOD HERE!!!!

And? The last true Monarch was Neopoleon III. HOWEVER!!! They have Duke Louis Alphonse of Aujou. He is the legitimate presenter to the French Throne. 45 and GORGEOUS!! France and Spain claim him! I would, too. Hubba, hubba!

The Wedding The crowd was now clapping, but Peter tapped the Olek's shoulder. “You forgot something.” Olek looked puzzled. “No.” He thought a second. “I don't think so.” Peter nodded. “Yes, you did.” He grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss that would melt iron. “Oh,” Olek smiled. “As if you needed prompting for that? I didn't forget, we just haven't gotten around to it.” “A more perfect wedding I couldn't have planned better.” Grandmother said proudly as she hugge

Virtual debit cards, virtual money. It's there.

I haven't been told.

The Wedding Now, I was nervous! Peter and I weren't separated from each other before the wedding. Jori came to see we looked right. I no longer cared about what he was getting from this. I turned the television on to see what the networks were saying about the wedding and us. Unlike other royal weddings you may have seen there were no special vehicles to bring us together to marry at a church. There weren't the crowds of people waving, lining streets to see the royal couple. We wer

You're being nice. I hated Los Angeles. No offense if you live there, but LA wasn't nice to me. Anyway, La La Land is nothing like anywhere. I feel myself going now. Very relaxing. I'm getting stoned, okay? The only good part was Santa Monica. That, I liked. Going farther into La La Land. Bye.

I'm fine. Read my comment to Droughtquake just above this one, I tell the accident. Keep that positive reinforcements coming, I eat them up as often as I get them. Love you, too!

Yep, it is! That doesn't stop them. My foot was throbbing, I had to take something to go back to sleep. It was a neighborhood road, so we weren't going fast, thank God. I was on my three wheeler moped. The limit is 25! She pulled off her street, never mind about the stop sign she had and the right of way I had, hit me on my right side and I toppled over. I called 911. Not her. I waited for the police and EMS. I don't think she would have, but I had injuries and her plate number. She had to stay. I was bleeding on both legs at the knees but mostly my right ankle which was crushed into my bike. So far, my bike is fine. My face hit the pavement and my glasses broke. The EMS took me to the emergency room where I was checked out and released. Hobie and Josh returned my bike. The police charged her with failure to yield. I had witnesses. A guy in an approaching truck and a lady working in her yard. What pleased me was the number of people that stopped to see if I was okay. Like I said, I got up to take what they gave me for pain. Going back to La La Land. Have you been there? It's very nice. See you later! Love you, mean it.

I just regained consciousness to check these messages. It won't last long. I'm writing the wedding now, Mr. Funnyman. I'll reread the posted chapter to find these mistakes. I hobbled over just to see your comments. I knew there would be. There was another casualty, my glasses. I'm getting them fixed now and pick the up tomorrow. (sigh) I hurt with my legs down after a while. Yes, I'm pitiful. Poor me. (Grin) I said I'll write as long as I breath! I'm still breathing! Love you!!!

Thank you. I'll be fine. She didn't see me. Gee, I hope she could hear whoever she was on the phone with. Didn't see me. Hah!

The Wedding Part Five I sat talking with Anderson when Olek came to the table we had deserted a while ago. He slumped down with a sigh in a chair by us. “The next occasion like this,” Olek said. “We need to rethink this mingle and dance thing.” He smiled. “I'm am...” he looked at me and Anderson confused, “What is an English word for tired?” Anderson and I chuckled. “There are several.” I said. “I think pooped is the one your looking for here.” Olek nodded.