'Secrets of the Lost City: Olga, Ilya and Antonio's Grand Adventure'

The first time I had met Olga, Ilya and Antonio was in a bar. We had been introduced by our mutual friend, Helena, who had lived in the same block of flats as me and Olga when we were both students in London. Ilya and Antonio were the last people I would have expected to be friends with Olga. She was an introvert who kept to herself and preferred to read books than go out partying. Ilya and Antonio were extroverts who liked playing loud music and partying till dawn.

I had not seen Olga for almost two years after she moved back to Russia to live with her grandparents. As soon as she arrived in London, she visited me and we made plans to meet for dinner that evening. The last time I had seen her was when we graduated from university and she stayed with me for a few days before going back home. We used to be close friends during those days but then we drifted apart after we started working at different places. After I got promoted in my job, I moved from London to Manchester and began living with Helena. Helena resigned from her job after a year of living together and we decided to travel around Europe instead. We went on a road trip across Europe together; we were so broke that we slept on the beach or in our car all summer looking for free camping spots.

I was glad when Olga called me; it was nice to catch up after such a long time. It went well until I found out that she had brought along Ilya and Antonio also. To cut a long story short, I ended up meeting them at the bar where we agreed to meet for dinner that night. They showed up half an hour late because they had gone for a drink after work first before heading over to meet us at the restaurant. Ilya was a bit tipsy already by then but he seemed really friendly once he's drunk enough. He asked me if I wanted to join him on his next adventure but I politely declined, saying that I needed some time off after traveling around Europe with Helena for more than three months straight without a single day off in between.

The four of us met again at the pub another night after work but this time, we started talking about our plans for the future and how we wanted to do something new in life before getting stuck into our jobs like most of our friends did after graduation from university. We talked about everything under the sun except work: politics, money, relationships, careers... everything except work! It was nice getting away from work talk for once; it felt good just hanging out with my friends again without having to think about my job or money issues or relationship problems... just enjoying their company and talking about anything other than work! By the end of that night, we found ourselves planning an adventure together - a journey to discover the lost city of Atlantis!

We started our quest three weeks later: Antonio said that he could get us tickets on discount flights from any airline if he could get access to their management system which he hacked into while working at his previous job which allowed him access to their booking systems so he could book tickets at cheaper rates without paying extra charges through third party ticketing services like Expedia or Skyscanner - saving himself hundreds of pounds every month! However, his former employer didn't know that he'd hacked into their system until six months ago when they discovered his unauthorized access; they fired him immediately even though he offered them a cut of his savings as payment for not reporting him to the police as well as offering them access to cheap international flights through third party ticketing services!

Olga knew someone at Deucalion who could help us rent equipment that we might need - like pickaxes and shovels - since "they have sites all over Europe" according to her. Ilya knew someone who worked at Carmenica's Ministry of Culture who could help us get permission to excavate ancient ruins there since "they've been looking for archeologists willing to excavate ancient ruins there ever since Spain's King Carlos IV ordered an excavation there more than 200 years ago" according [to] him!

We spent several days preparing everything before finally setting off on our journey: buying plane tickets, renting equipment etc etc...

Two weeks later, we arrived at Deucalion's head office in Brussels where Olga's friend helped us rent equipment which cost "only 80 euros per day per person!" according [to] her friend!

[They] told us that [we] should be able [to] keep [our] rented equipment if [we] find any valuable artifacts which could be sold at auction houses or museums; otherwise [we] will have [to] return them within seven days whether [we] find anything valuable or not!

[We] talked about charging higher fees if [we] find anything valuable but they refused because they said they don't want anyone else knowing what is buried there lest they try digging up whatever it is themselves thinking it is something valuable! A week later, Maria drove us all down there again where we picked up our equipment (a pickaxe each along with shovels) then took us directly down south towards Porto while telling us stories about how it nearly became Portugal's capital city before Lisbon did instead; how the famous explorer Henry The Navigator established his kingdom here more than 600 years ago etc etc... And how now it is one of Portugal's most popular tourist destinations due [to] its beautiful beaches along its coast and its many historical monuments spread across its region including churches built during the times of Henry The Navigator himself as well as many other monuments built during other eras all across Portugal - including one fortress built by Napoleon Bonaparte during his invasion of Spain more than 200 years ago! We stopped overnight there before continuing on our quest the next morning. After stopping briefly again overnight near Madrid on our way further south towards Seville via Toledo where Maria told us stories about how Toledo became "the city of swords" during medieval times when Christians fought Muslims during Spain's Reconquista which ended less than 300 years ago - allowing Spain's Christian kingdoms (including Castile) to retake control of most parts of Spain which had previously been controlled by Muslim kings who governed Al Andalus - now known as Andalucia - while also telling us stories about how Toledo became famous during medieval times due [to] being home to some famous sword makers such as El Maestro Mayor ("the master swordsman") who created swords used by Spanish knights during their conquest of most parts of North Africa more than 700 years ago... Next stop was Seville where Maria took us sightseeing around town before driving us back east towards Ceuta where she dropped everyone off except me because she wasn't heading back eastward towards Casablanca or Marrakech or Algeria yet; instead she still needed another day or two just westward towards Gibraltar hoping that she'd eventually manage cross over into Morocco from there before continuing westwards towards Tangier eventually reaching Agadir sometime soon before continuing westwards towards Essaouira eventually reaching Casablanca eventually crossing over into Algeria then finally turning northwards towards Algiers eventually reaching Bamako eventually crossing over into Mali eventually reaching Djenne ultimately reaching Timbuktu where hopefully she'll finally be able [to] get back home again! Meanwhile I'll continue eastward towards Ceuta where I'll board a boat bound for Morocco then finally crossing over into Ceuta itself - hence ending my journey on this side of Europe while simultaneously starting my journey on the other side!

[We're] staying overnight here tonight before continuing on our way tomorrow morning... Tomorrow night I'll reach Granada (or Al-Garnata) where hopefully I'll finally start finding answers regarding what happened that fateful night seventeen hundred years ago which supposedly led everyone except one man's family members (his wife plus three sons plus two daughters plus two daughters-in-law plus two sons-in-law plus one grandson plus two grandsons-in-law plus one granddaughter) dying soon afterwards despite nobody being sick nor injured badly enough for them needing medical attention nor being anywhere near death... Oh wait... Maybe it wasn't an earthquake? Maybe it wasn't an earthquake which caused everyone except one man's family members (his wife plus three sons plus two daughters plus two daughters-in-law plus two sons-in-law plus one grandson plus two grandsons-in-law plus one granddaughter) dying soon afterwards despite nobody being sick nor injured badly enough for them needing medical attention nor being anywhere near death...? There has been no evidence after seventeen hundred years suggesting anything else might have happened that fateful night seventeen hundred years ago which supposedly led everyone except one man's family members (his wife plus three sons plus two daughters plus two daughters-in-law plus two sons-in-law plus one grandson plus two grandsons-in-law plus one granddaughter) dying soon afterwards despite nobody being sick nor injured badly enough for them needing medical attention nor being anywhere near death...? What exactly happened that fateful night seventeen hundred years ago which supposedly led everyone except one man's family members (his wife plus three sons plus two daughters plus two daughters-in-law plus two sons-in-law plus one grandson plus two grandsons-in-law plus one granddaughter) dying soon afterwards despite nobody being sick nor injured badly enough