Given that I’ve been MIA from the blog world for weeks now, you’re probably in a serious state of withdrawal from my witty humor and charming posts. But, hey, I’M BACK!!!! And I’ve got plenty of updates for my faithful followers (aka my parents – hi, guys).
The view from our hotel room.
Our sandals being finished by Mellissinos
Abbey, me and Ciera overlooking Athens.
Drinks at Brettos, the oldest distillery in Athens
In front of the Parthenon
Two weeks ago marked the beginning of my spring break, which I spent in Greece with Abbey and Ciera. Our first stop was Athens, and when we arrived at the airport we headed straight to the metro station to catch the train that would drop us off in the central area of the city, right by our hotel. In true Murphy’s Law fashion, we quickly learned that there was a train strike occurring for the next few hours, and that it had started just before we got there! After a bit of wandering and a few fractured Greek/English conversations with airport staff, we decided to catch a taxi to the city center instead. We ended up being ripped off €10 because the cab driver refused to give us change, but it was a classic travel lesson we needed to learn and it could’ve been much worse.
We stayed at the Tempi Hotel, which was inexpensive and a bit rough around the edges, but its prime location far outweighed the negatives and we had an awesome view of the Acropolis/Parthenon from our room. All three of us were feeling a bit travel-weary and overwhelmed by the language barrier, so we sought help from our hotel staff to get a true taste of the city. Following their recommendation, we walked down the street to an authentic Greek restaurant. I have no idea what I ordered. All I know is that it was some kind of meat that looked hamburger-esque with a spicy yogurt sauce, onions and pita bread, of course. I set aside my picky eater tendencies and was pleasantly surprised by the meal – I’m trying to become more adventurous in the culinary department – baby steps, right? We had our first experience with ouzo, which is a traditional pre-meal liquor that is crazy strong and tastes like black licorice, and hated it (however, I did buy a mini bottle of ouzo as a souvenir because it had a cute little hat on it. Who could pass up tiny alcohol wearing a hat?). After our initial meal, the food only got better – lamb gyros, soutzoukakia (a saucy, meatball-type dish), chicken souvlaki, baklava – and the food aspect of Greek culture proved threatening to any dreams of a beach body, but it was well worth the calories!
I almost forgot to mention our motto of the week, which was inspired by an inquiry made by Abbey at a restaurant: “Excuse me, what is this?” It’s a phrase best said using a sassy tone, naturally.
The three of us powered through a rainy day with a visit to the Monastiraki Market, which offered authentic Greek items as well as those typical kitschy souvenirs. As we strolled through the main street of the market, a shop owner came out and asked us if we were Americans (is it really THAT obvious?!). We said yes, and he brought us into his store to show us a wall covered in business cards, organized by state, that he told us he collected during his time in the U.S. from Greek people who moved to America and set up successful businesses. He gave us each a Greek penny and kissed our cheeks, promising us that we would find “wonderful Greek boys” to marry before he sent us on our way! Our next point of business was to find Melissinos “The Poet,” an artist who makes custom leather sandals and whose previous customers include Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, Sophia Loren, Sarah Jessica Parker and even John Lennon. We got sandals custom fitted to our feet and even got to watch Melissinos and his assistant finish the pairs off with their tools! This was our splurge purchase of the trip, but the entire experience was worth every Euro.
Our visit coincided with a festival that our hotel attendant described as a smaller version of Carnival, and the perk of that (other than the cultural spectacle, of course) was getting free admission to all the ruins sites! Climbing the Acropolis and walking amongst the ruins of the Parthenon was an incredible experience that really put into perspective thousands of years of history as well as the sheer power of mankind and society. The rainy weather cleared out and gave us a beautiful day to take in the amazing views of the city from atop the hill. As lovely as Athens was, my one negative impression of the city was all the graffiti – we found it on nearly every building, and even on a few of the small ruins sites around the city. It was disappointing to see graffiti with such frequency in such a historically revered city, but the sunny days had a way of hiding it and emphasizing the cool artifacts and buildings.
Me and Ciera representing Kappa Delta in Santorini next to a nautilus shell we found!
Our cute bed and breakfast-style hotel in Santorini.
With Abbey in the cable car!
Caldera the Dog, our unreliable guide, before he abandoned us.
Part Two of the trip began on Monday. We left Athens bright dark and early (it’s never exciting to be awake before sunrise…) and flew to Santorini, a Greek island located off the southern coast of the mainland country. We were greeted at the airport by George, the owner of our bed & breakfast, who was SO adorable and the personification of Greek hospitality as he gave us a tour of the best parts of the island, including a traditional Cretan bakery which we ended up visiting on a daily basis. After settling in and eating lunch at a local restaurant, we wandered over to the main area of the island and quickly realized that we were visiting Santorini in the off season – barely any shops, restaurants, bars or other attractions were open, and at times it seemed like we were the only people on the entire island! Nervousness about the situation set in after a few hours of exploring, so we found an open restaurant and talked about what we could do to improve our stay and, admittedly, our attitudes.
The next day proved much better thanks to some gorgeous weather! George drove us to Oia, the part of the island seen on postcards (picture those white-and-blue domed churches) and in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants movie (sadly, we didn’t find Kostos). Our original goal had been to find a hiking path from Oia to Fira that we had read about online, but it proved much more difficult to pick up the trail than we’d anticipated. We clambered up and down the walkways stacked along the cliffs of the Caldera and even found a dog, which we named Caldera. We asked Caldera the Dog to lead us to the hiking path (yes this is a real story), and after following him aimlessly for 10 minutes, he abandoned us and we never found the path. We DID find a bunch of beautiful spots for pictures; the entire day was a very shutter-happy adventure.
The weather didn’t hold out for our last day and it kept us from being able to ride the donkeys :( With not much else to do, we resorted to wandering (again) and as we trudged through rainy cobblestone streets, I caught a sign for free wine tasting out of the corner of my eye. The three of us made a spontaneous detour into the wine shop and got to taste a handful of different wines from several regions of the island, including the deliciously sweet dessert wine Vinsanto, which is made exclusively in Santorini. We ended up spending the remainder of the day in a restaurant and our hotel room, reminiscing about the week’s events and concluding what we learned about ourselves along the way.
Even though we were utterly bored at times in sleepy off-season Santorini, the entire trip (including our time in Athens) was so relaxing. We didn’t make a schedule and took it all hour by hour, and really learned how key flexibility is during travel and exploration. Our trip showed how true it is that the best experiences happen when you’re least expecting them and when you act spontaneously. I’ve definitely learned to treat everything as an opportunity and never turn down the chance for a new experience…an important mantra for any traveler!
Being Greek for a week Given that I’ve been MIA from the blog world for weeks now, you’re probably in a serious state of withdrawal from my witty humor and charming posts.