Seemingly unfazed or rather unbothered by the riots only days before we arrived, Athens was by far the most wild city we have been to so far. Our hostel was located only a few miles, sorry kilos as they say in Europe, from the Acropolis and other ancient temples. In fact, the rooftop bar provided a perfect lit-up view of the Pantheon at night.
Walking down the streets of Athens was a game in itself, the objective to stay on your toes at all times or get swallowed by the city. The bustle of cars, taxis, trucks, mopeds, ferrel animals, domestic animals, street vendors, beggars, street performers zoomed along just outside the heavily graffitied exterior walls of buildings where expensive and inexpensive shops, boutiques and restaurants alike waited just on the other side of a door.
Rewinding a little, Corey and I met two Canadiens on the ferry from Bari, Italy to Patras, Greece named John and Josh. We quickly became friends, despite having mistaken them for Americans. The following three days we explored the city and joked about football, maple syrup and boots. We also made friends with some Americans teaching English in France, an Australian who works in a hostel in Nice (whom we will see again when we visit Nice), a Brazilian, a Georgian (the state) heading to Turkey, an Army guy from Idaho and his travel buddy, a model from N.Y., an American tutoring Math in Qatar, two English guys that we soon lost at a club, all of us brought together by the CrazyEuropaFunkCool front desk/bartender from Lithuania. Boom goes the dynamite.
Oh and someone got a tattoo.
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Walking down the streets of Athens was a game in itself, the objective to stay on your toes at all times or get swallowed by the city. The bustle of cars, taxis, trucks, mopeds, ferrel animals, domestic animals, street vendors, beggars, street performers zoomed along just outside the heavily graffitied exterior walls of buildings where expensive and inexpensive shops, boutiques and restaurants alike waited just on the other side of a door.
Rewinding a little, Corey and I met two Canadiens on the ferry from Bari, Italy to Patras, Greece named John and Josh. We quickly became friends, despite having mistaken them for Americans. The following three days we explored the city and joked about football, maple syrup and boots. We also made friends with some Americans teaching English in France, an Australian who works in a hostel in Nice (whom we will see again when we visit Nice), a Brazilian, a Georgian (the state) heading to Turkey, an Army guy from Idaho and his travel buddy, a model from N.Y., an American tutoring Math in Qatar, two English guys that we soon lost at a club, all of us brought together by the CrazyEuropaFunkCool front desk/bartender from Lithuania. Boom goes the dynamite.
Oh and someone got a tattoo.
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You TOTALLY GOT ME.... you stinker. Loved this posting, especially the ending. xoxo
ReplyDeleteAlso... will there be a posting from Roma?
ReplyDeletehhahah:) that cool story:)how is santorini?
ReplyDeleteThere will be a post from Roma, we plan to post after we spend more time there on our way back North through Italy.
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