But as for today, not wanting to face the reality that we would soon be on a long, sad flight out of the country we have all grown to love, a few of us got up at 7am (or earlier) to do some last minute exploring and of course spend whatever euros we had left over. It’s Sunday and we didn’t expect any stores to be open, as most European countries follow this rule. However, being in tourist central, the shops opened at 0900. You better believe I took advantage of this time, and didn’t take into consideration how early in the morning it was, I got gelato. Two scoops. It was wonderful.
During this time, we saw a man rolling a cart that was FILLED with doughnuts., doughnuts larger than my face and dipped in pure sugar. Nope, not powdered sugar, real sugar, like what you you put in your coffee. It was totally awesome! Virginia made a joke at this time, “only three men I’ll chase after, the elote (corn on the cob, which we got a lot of in Thessaloniki), the ice cream man, and the doughnut man!”
At the Athens airport, I ordered my last Freddocapuccino, and it was great, I need to find a place that sells these! When landing in Germany, the airlines thought it would be funny to make sure we landed in a gate that was EXTREMELY FAR from the gate of our next flight. And if this wasn’t humorous enough for them, they also gave us a 10 minute “layover” from arrival time to the time boarding began. And to make things worse, my bladder chose then that it needed to make a deposit. Fearful of my consequences of failure to comply, I stopped, thus losing more time. After that giant run of a workout with my bags across what felt like the entire airport, I could have sworn I had just hiked Mt. Olympus again, I was pooped! And yet, the airline gods must not have been satisfied enough by our struggles just yet, because they decided to make sure we didn’t leave the runway until about 45 minutes or so after it was scheduled. We ran all that for nothing. ☺
When we went through customs, my guy got upset at me because I was wearing a Purdue sweatshirt, he was an IU man, however this interaction was nice because it was funny and lightened my mood after that super long flight. It’s also always fun to pick on IU people.
Now I’m sitting in my hotel room, alone, (which is strange), in America (also strange) waiting for my flight home tomorrow morning and to tell everyone about our wonderful adventures in Greece and Cyprus. Till next time, γεια σας!
Achieved my dream of riding a donkey on the island of Hydra
The giant doughnut
Waiting at the airport in Frankfurt