Langadia, Greece
Gyrometer: 7
My tour mascot for a few hours this morning was a worm. I named him Giorgos.
Giorgos crawled under the door of my hotel room early this morning just as I was crawling out of bed. He wandered around the tile floor while I brushed my teeth and was waiting for me outside the bathroom door, wagging his tail as I emerged.
Giorgos seemed like a happy worm, unlike the room's previous mascot, Dimitri. Dimitri was a scorpion. I say "was" because by the time I arrived at the hotel last night, he had been flattened underneath a desk, apparently by a previous tennant.
What puzzles me is: how and why did Giorgos and Dimitri come to my hotel room in the first place? Langadia is a tiny Peloponnesian village, perched precipitously on a steep mountain -- okay terrain, I suppose, for a worm or a scorpion, but my room was on the third floor. How did they get there? Did they crawl up through the pipes or take the elevator? Dimitri was unfortunately in no shape to answer that question, and when I asked Giorgos, he didn't answer either. I don't think he understood my English.
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