Leading up to Travel...Leading up to Leaving for Greece I Was Already Travel-Weary from a Trip to Pittsburgh. I Spent the Even
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Leading up to Travel.... Leading up to leaving for Greece I was already travel-weary from a trip to Pittsburgh. I spent the evening resting with Tracy, wrapped up in affection. I felt so grateful to have found her and to share such deep love with her. At 3 am I packed, and was ready to pick up Roger at 6 am. We got a ride from my dad, who managed to tell Roger his life story on the way to Harrisburg. My dad followed a parking lot cleaner around the parking lot of Harrisburg Mall, trying to ask where the bus picks people up. The only problem is, a street cleaner has his head out the window looking at the curb. So dad circled the parking lot a couple of times and actually stopped the car and jumped out in front of the cleaner's path in order to ask for directions. I had already told my dad I knew the approximate pick up spot, but he wanted to make sure. Well, Dad found the exact spot and we were happy about it. The Megabus picked us up and took us to DC. I edited photos and requested couches in Europe on the way using bus wifi. When we arrived in DC we got lunch in Union station and took the metro to Reagan airport. Then we flew to JFK and had an excruciating layover. Roger and I were in good spirits. We killed time by people- watching. I saw celebrity look-alikes like Bill Gates (every middle- aged white guy with glasses), Tony Hawk (every 40 year old white male with street style and longish hair) and a woman that looked exactly the way Michael Jackson wished he looked. She had a fedora and everything. We flew many long hours to Madrid. Roger and I partially slept. I listened to Rachmaninoff on repeat. Once we arrived in Madrid, we had little time to spare to get to the new terminal. So Roger and I ran 2 miles with heavy luggage up and down escalators, through security, and arrived at the gate with a few minutes to spare. We were both looking and feeling very haggard at this point. Roger was experiencing mild neurological problems and I felt like I came down with the flu. We flew to Athens and arrived grateful that the 20 hours of travel were over. I immediately paid 9 dollars for a Watered-down smoothie. I was slightly tricked by the cashier on that one because of exchange rate stuff she did in her head. When we walked outside, the weather was warm with a cool breeze. Roger and I got metro tickets and I walked down the escalator, then realized I was on the wrong side of the track. I was only 3 steps down the escalator, so I figured I would walk back up fast and take the other one down. Apparently it is impossible to out-walk UP a DOWN escalator. I was like a hamster on a wheel, walking as fast as I could. I fell down and skinned by knee badly and fully expected to be eaten by the escalator. Luckily I didn't. Roger laughed at me, I laughed at me, suprisingly greek bystanders did not. We took the long metro ride to Syntagma Square. On the way, we looked at semi -barren landscapes with many billboards that were all blank! The people in the metro seemed sad. I wondered if it was because of the Greek economy or if all people in metros are sad. Roger was sandwiched by two attractive women and he looked beside himself. When we exited the metro and surfaced to Athens for the first time, we were struck with the sight of a burn victim who was also a parapalegic. It was one of the most gruesome images I have ever beheld. He was shaking uncontrollably and begging. Roger and I wondered where the hell we were and why we were there. It was at that moment we knew we weren't in Kansas anymore and that we had better find out the rules of lawlessness. We walked around trying to find the street that our hostel was on. Our directions were screwy and all the roads meander about. We stopped a Greek woman who was talking to a friend and asked for help. Surprisingly, despite us interrupting her, she graciously gave us directions with a smile. Then she realized we weren't talking about a cafeteria by the same name as the hostel. So she and a hotel concierge worked together to figure it out. The large, tan, yellow-toothed, smiling hotel concierge gave us directions and we were more than grateful. We headed down the street remarking on our observations of Greek culture, trying to figure out if they were sad, nice, both, or something else. When we got to the hostel a shy Indian immigrant checked us in. We got to our barren room, much like every other private hostel room in the world. We both wanted to do two things: sleep AND explore. Since it is impossible to do both, we decided to shower and then explore a bit. We walked down the street to a nice outdoor cafe. We sat down and drank beer, and ate crepes. The waitress was SUPER nice. We were loving Greece, soaking in our experience at the cafe on cobblestone, looking up at an ancient fortress on the hill. Lonely dogs wondered by. Oh... the dogs. Good God...the dogs. They were EVERYWHERE. They all had collars. They knew when to cross the street most of the time. No one paid them any mind. They were of every breed. They were small, large, medium, lazy and sad. They limped, hobbled, sulked, sauntered, and hopped along. They seemed like handicap assistant dogs without any handicapped people to help. It was as if the city of Athens wanted to find out what domesticated dogs would do in an urban environment if they were left to their own devices. It was a hard pill to swallow, with all the beliefs I have about how people should treat animals. I could not understand why the city had let this happen. They must be starving! (none of them looked starving). They don't have enough love! (on average one dog probably gets pet by citizens of 10 different countries a day) They get hit by cars! (yes it seemed many of them in fact were hit by cars). This business of letting dogs go wild rubbed me the wrong way. This city was upside down. I knew that if they could nip this dog problem in the bud, then the debt crisis would be soon after. More on the dogs later, as this was my primary preoccupation in Athens. Roger and I went to sleep and woke up 9 hours later. Roger wanted to go out and explore even though he wasn't feeling top-notch. I wanted to rest in an undisturbed tomb for 3 thousand more years. I felt like I had the worst hang over of a lifetime but I had not drunk the night before. I was extremely dehydrated. My brain was not processing things very fast. After some labored thinking I arrived at the idea of booking the hostel another night so we could sleep all day. It was decided. Roger's enthusiasm to explore turned into an all-day sleep affair. We slept and slept and slept until we had slept a total of 15 hours. At 3pm we got up and hit the streets with camera in hand. We had no idea where we were going. We walked uphill on perfectly clean cobblestone toward the fortress. There were accordion players and nut vendors. It was frick’n charming. We entered a natural path to the fortress. We were surrounded by a canopy of plant life as we walked up the old stone steps. We were surprised at the grandeur of the building. We walked up to two Greek people and asked them what the building was. They didn't seem to know much English...they told us it was a theatre and to the right were "ancient things". The rest of our trip Roger and I referred to everything slightly cultural and historic as "ancient things”. Example: Roger: “Sean! I don't think we have enough time to do Athens justice, we haven't even seen half the ancient things”. Sean: “Roger, we've seen ancient things, look there's the Acropolis.” Roger: “We haven't even been inside the fence.” Sean: “We could go inside the fence. Do you want to go inside the Fence?” Roger: “No, it’s closed. All the ancient things are closed by 3pm. And we don't even know where most of the ancient things are!” Well, we ended up seeing plenty of ancient things, as if you could even avoid them! We walked higher up the hill around the ancient theatre to a lookout point. There were seven dogs laying down on the marble. One of them growled at everyone that passed. The lookout was a natural rock formation with steps cobbled out of it. As we reached the crest we knew that the view would be "epic". But we were unprepared for the sheer beauty we beheld. The entire sprawling city of Athens lay before us. The chalk white buildings looked like pieces of shell in a grand necklace draped about the valley. The wind was about 20 mph. We were about 15 ft from the cliff edge.