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It's All Greek to Me
As promised, the first part of what will most likely be several posts about our trip to Greece. I still need to download the pictures, so none of those yet, but here's a brief run down based on a mini-journal I kept while we were there.
Also to mention, as Elena repeatedly said, we have found our people. I swear over half of Athens is ADD, fueled by caffeine and constantly playing with their worry beads (beads strung on a string and flipped in your hand - available everywhere for a euro or two) because sitting still is just too much. When we get going, there are times either or both of us have the attention span of a gnat, easily distracted by pretty things. They understood us and welcomed us with open arms.
Day 1:
Plane... New York... Plane... 9 hours with ADHD boy banging on the back of my seat while his mother slept...
Day 2:
Arrive... Hotel... Sleep... Found this place that serves the most awesome bacon-wrapped chicken soulvaki - there are no words to describe how excellent it tasted. Best description I can come up with: chicken kabob with each piece individually wrapped in bacon, taken off the stick and wrapped in a pita with tomato, lettuce, a sort of yogurt sauce, and french fries. We went for a walk after the meal to both stretch our legs from the flight and look for the metro. It turns out we went in the complete opposite direction of where we should have gone, but considering we found the soulvaki place this way, it's all good.
Day 3:
We hit damn near every major ruin in Athens in one day. Turns out there's this mega-ticket thing where you can get into 6 sites for like 12 euros. One led into another, which led into another, and we hit four or five of them, but they forgot to take our ticket for some, so we had extra for later in the trip. I will post pictures of these because, really, it was one of the major reasons for coming to Greece.
One thing to note: On the steps the get into the Acropolis site, with a rather sheer drop off the side of a rather high hilltop, a very rude, very large German man damn near pushed me off the edge bullying his way in first. I bitched loudly and for quite some time about this. Several German youths from what might have been the same group overheard me and first thought I meant them. I made a point to describe the man as the large man with the walking stick that looked like the Baron from Dune and they saw him pushing his way through others. They then smiled at me and glared at him and I do believe they sought revenge. All good.
We also found a rather neat shopping area and picked up a few things, including more bacon-wrapped chicken (though slightly different from the first and best place). Then we went back to the hotel and passed out for a bit. For dinner, we found (of all things) a Starbucks (they are everywhere) and had mochas and chocolate cake. On the way there, I managed to trip and twist my ankle (something I had not done treking through all the sites that day). A very kind prostitute wanted to make sure I was okay. :) When we got back to the hotel, I realized I should be writing some of this stuff down and started the mini-journal.
Oh yeah, and Elena found the miracle of frappes. She's hooked.
Plane... New York... Plane... 9 hours with ADHD boy banging on the back of my seat while his mother slept...
Day 2:
Arrive... Hotel... Sleep... Found this place that serves the most awesome bacon-wrapped chicken soulvaki - there are no words to describe how excellent it tasted. Best description I can come up with: chicken kabob with each piece individually wrapped in bacon, taken off the stick and wrapped in a pita with tomato, lettuce, a sort of yogurt sauce, and french fries. We went for a walk after the meal to both stretch our legs from the flight and look for the metro. It turns out we went in the complete opposite direction of where we should have gone, but considering we found the soulvaki place this way, it's all good.
Day 3:
We hit damn near every major ruin in Athens in one day. Turns out there's this mega-ticket thing where you can get into 6 sites for like 12 euros. One led into another, which led into another, and we hit four or five of them, but they forgot to take our ticket for some, so we had extra for later in the trip. I will post pictures of these because, really, it was one of the major reasons for coming to Greece.
One thing to note: On the steps the get into the Acropolis site, with a rather sheer drop off the side of a rather high hilltop, a very rude, very large German man damn near pushed me off the edge bullying his way in first. I bitched loudly and for quite some time about this. Several German youths from what might have been the same group overheard me and first thought I meant them. I made a point to describe the man as the large man with the walking stick that looked like the Baron from Dune and they saw him pushing his way through others. They then smiled at me and glared at him and I do believe they sought revenge. All good.
We also found a rather neat shopping area and picked up a few things, including more bacon-wrapped chicken (though slightly different from the first and best place). Then we went back to the hotel and passed out for a bit. For dinner, we found (of all things) a Starbucks (they are everywhere) and had mochas and chocolate cake. On the way there, I managed to trip and twist my ankle (something I had not done treking through all the sites that day). A very kind prostitute wanted to make sure I was okay. :) When we got back to the hotel, I realized I should be writing some of this stuff down and started the mini-journal.
Oh yeah, and Elena found the miracle of frappes. She's hooked.
Also to mention, as Elena repeatedly said, we have found our people. I swear over half of Athens is ADD, fueled by caffeine and constantly playing with their worry beads (beads strung on a string and flipped in your hand - available everywhere for a euro or two) because sitting still is just too much. When we get going, there are times either or both of us have the attention span of a gnat, easily distracted by pretty things. They understood us and welcomed us with open arms.