And something else...
I believe the Parthenon and the Acropolis. Some woman wanted to give us a guided tour but we just wanted to wing it. One fun part was we saw this girl that looked exactly like the Greek version of Rachel, Marc named her Grachel and I asked to take her picture. Here she is....
Is that good? You know there will be no museums. I'm sorry. We have to draw the line somewhere. We also saw some other important things.....but we don't really know what they are. Their old and decrepit though. Just falling apart. There's a ton of construction around here. Nobody working, feels like that summer our pool was built, lots of machines and work stuff and but no people actually doing any work. Just like home.
So to do our tour we took this trolly thing. It promised like six different sights in 40 minutes. Sign us up baby. You could get off and on if you wanted to. We got off at the Acropolis/Parthenon sights and then mistakingly got back on the wrong one from different company. Marc wants his props, he did say,"I think we're on the wrong one." I totally shushed him and thought, 'Don't be stupid.' I said, "No we're not. How many can there be?" It took us to the somewhere in the city and said we had ten minutes there. We power shopped Marc a bathing suit (still no luggage) which turns out is a wee bit tight cause he didn't feel like trying it on. Then we got back to the trolley and then they tell us we are on the wrong one. Whoops. We get off and wander around. We eventually take a cab back to the hotel and the cab driver teaches me three more Greek words. I liked him a lot, his name was Vassili which he said is like Billy in English. I keep using my two Greek words Please and Thank you and I swear they are nice as soon as you make an effort. Now I can say hi, bye and good morning. I'm almost bi-lingual.
There's also a ton of graffiti in Athens.
Came back. Lied by pool. Gonna get showers and go try get Marc some clothes. He got one t shirt today with a word on it that we keep making up what it could mean in Greek. Awful things, things if I wrote my mom wouldn't read anymore. We want to get him a matching hat tonight.
Days over. Marc's luggage came. We had a really yummy dinner. We went back to the same area we have been going to, tons of restuarants, coffee shops (with some seriously strong coffee that got me totally jacked up and laughing this morning), stores, right underneath the Acropolis. On the way home I was totally limping and hobbling along cause my legs still not right so I was looking down just trying to get there, Marc goes, "Don't look now but this guys got on bunny slippers." I look up and this poor guy with the hugest pink bunny slippers is walking towards us. It made me miss Mickey a tiny bit cause he would have made one of them his