Our Big Fat Greek.. Sightseeing Day

One nearly missed flight, one lost bag (now recovered), and one hell of a time zone switch later, we have arrived safely in Athens. Bobby and I were forced to sweet-talk the JFK airline attendant into delaying the flight 10 minutes to let Gabe on, but of course his bag was not as lucky. It was an unpleasant 24 hours while we waited for it to arrive- not made any easier by Gabe's constant grumblings about the unstylishness of the clothes he was forced to borrow. But it is here now, so no harm no foul.

We have learned in our short time here that communication in Greek for us is impossible. We cannot even begin to pronounce the words, and so if English is not an option, we are reduced to hand signals, and even that is proving difficult- an open palm turned outward means "go to hell", we quickly discovered. Any given street appears to be a very complicated frat row- all store names are combinations of Kappas, Sigmas, Alphas, Omegas, etc- and we are used to just pronouncing the Greek letters, not forming them into words. As one might imagine, ordering at restaurants without English translations is also quite a gamble- we literally do not know what we ordered until it arrives. No monkey heads yet, thankfully.

For all the difficulties here, though, Athens is a nice city. The Acropolis is absolutely incredible- and will be even more so once the restoration project is completed. (A huge crane sticking out of the middle of the Parthenon looks slightly out of place.) A well-framed picture does the trick, though.

And what's a breathtaking Acropolis without a breathtaking mullet?


















That's all for now- off to a well-earned dinner. Next stop, Mykonos.