|Flying over the Alps on the way to UK|
I have to say though - leaving my flat in Central Athens to get to the train station to take me ot the airport was an experience:
I leave a little later than planned - highly unlike me, but maybe I'm turning into a Greek after all? I digress...
Therefore I am in a little bit of a hurry. I walk past the pharmacy - the girl who works there comes out for a chat with me (not that I spend a lot of time in the pharmacy you must understand, they are just very nice people who I chat with occasionally). I politely point to my case, making the point that I am in a bit of a rush. She waves me away with a "Have a good trip."
Second encounter - the man in the hardware store seems me passing and comes to the door to chat:
"Where are you going?"
"What do you want to go there for?! It's going to sh*t at the moment, and your weather is cr*p. Stay here - you'll have a better time" (he doesn't mince his words).
Hmmmmm, I admit it's 36 degrees in the shade, a beach is about a 40 min distance from me by public transport - I don't know what to expect when I get back 'home'/UK...maybe he's right?
Still, am looking forward to seeing my dad - love ya dad...the rest of it we'll have to see.