"Impossible tiny doorways." Stephanie muttered under her breath, but loud enough for her travel companions to hear.
"It's really odd." Georgine replied, bending down like a giraffe to get a look into the bakery.
Cobblestones and white washed buildings built tight and low next to each other. It felt like the creepy Enchanted Hills play land Stephanie had gone to as a child, with demented cement figures meant to be cute and endearing but instead risque and tired.
"I think we should knock," Stephanie giggled as if she had just played a dare. She reached back behind her head and nervously twisted her wavy sun lightened brown hair into a ponytail, pulling a rubber band off her wrist to keep the hair in place.
Ginger had quietly backed away until she was across the tiny street. She pulled out a town map to try to orient herself while she prayed that no one made her go through with it. There were few things in life she could stand more than humiliating situations. But it was all the worse in a foreign country. All she could imagine was being chased away by some old man with a long pinky nail and a short hunched woman with a bale of straw on her back. Although now that she thought about it, probably a bag of flour was more likely.
Suddenly, the tiny door creaked open and Ginger stood there staring, the proverbial deer in the headlights. Stephanie smiled at the doorway, ready for whomever popped out. And Georgine, unbelievably was doing a headstand yoga pose against the house next door.
Lucky for all of them, it was little Hera, as they came to learn, that opened the door. A sweeter face none had seen since they started their overseas adventure. She had a long dark braid going down her back and she looked at all of them with a kind of happy curiosity.
Then she started speaking very fast Greek and gesturing for the big girls to come inside.
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