
We had Greek breakfast at the hotel (interesting… the coffee is STRONG, and the yogurt and honey wasn’t too bad) and then headed out on a short walk to the Acropolis. Andy wisely got us not only a nice hotel, but one near the sights we wanted to see. Once again, we were grateful for sunblock, as the sun was already blazing early in the day. We hiked the big hill through Agora up to the entrance to the Parthenon, where we proceeded to slowly climb the slippery hill with hoards of other slow moving people. We were surprised that such a popular destination had no signs, arrows, ropes, or other guidance, just two very angry staff members who yelled at people for doing stuff they had no idea that was wrong. It was annoying.

Anyway, we finally reached the top, and moved like cattle with everyone else to see the Parthenon, Dionysus’ Theater, Temple of Athena, and Temple of Poisedon. It was pretty hot and the crowds were frustrating, so we took our pictures and high-tailed it out of there. On our way back down, we noticed that no one was being allowed up, so something apparently happened as a result of the yelling staff members.

We saw Mars Hill (where Paul preached), and rest of Agora (the old marketplace and city center of ancient Greece). On our way out, we saw a turtle mosying along.

As usual, we stayed in and showered up during the hottest part of the day, and then had a late lunch in a Greek street cafe. Andy had Gyros and I had lamb. We wandered through some of the nearby markets and then worked our way to a metro stop for the long journey out to the Mall Athens, to once again try to find a dress or two for me. We went way out into the suburbs, so it was fun to see where the Athenians actually live, and we also passes the Olympic Stadium.

The Mall was so much like the U.S. that it was both comforting and a little silly. We kept finding Greek equivalents to American mall stores and restaurants which was highly amusing. We at last found a couple of dresses that were reasonably pricedĀ and cute, so we bought them and then decided to be truly American and eat at Ruby Tuesdays! The grease was glorious! Our stomachs appreciated familiar food.

Back at the hotel, I tried ouzo, the infamous Greek liquor that tastes like black licorice. It was really good, and even better when they told me it was on the house!