Hello my blog reading friends!
I have arrived safely in Athens, Greece but I was met with some difficulty getting here. First off, in Atlanta I get on the plane and am sitting in an aisle seat but it's in the middle row. The guy beside me is not a big dude, but he is from Copenhagen. He had been attending a funeral in Huntsville, AL of all places, and was pouring his heart out to me. I was basically this guys shoulder to cry on. He is recently a father of a 3mo. old in Denmark and I feel like his life was just a little overwhelming for the guy at the time. P.S. this is all before takeoff. As the guy is schpilling his guts out to me, I'm looking for empty seats b/c I don't know if I can take this for 11.5 hrs. While looking around, something peculiar strikes the corner of my eye. I look and it is an 11yr old girl carrying a pinata onto the plane. I have seen some crazy things in my day being boarded onto a plane (tv's, dogs, birds) but this takes the cake. The pinata is seriously no joke 2ft tall by 2ft wide. My first thought is how did this get past the security check point? It couldn't have fit through the conveyor belt, therefore is should not have been allowed on the plane. Needless to say, it was. Then I see her brother beside her with a boogie board from the beach. Once again, something that would not fit on the x-ray machine. Finally everyone is seated except these two kids and their mom b/c they are trying to find a place to put these ridiculous things away. Nothing is found and the mom had to sit with both of the items in her lap for the majority of the flight.
In Paris I boarded my plane to Athens and it was a much better flight. I had an entire row to myself to stretch out. I knew right then things were looking up. That was until I got off the plane. The airport is kind of far away from downtown and central athens, which is where my hostel is. I find someone who speaks english and tells me that I need to get on a bus to so-and-so station, then take the metro to blah blah blah. Fanfreakingtastic! The guy tell me the stations in English but each stop is written in Greek. I decide to stay on the bus, and just try and guess a stop. That is until everyone gets off b/c we are at the last stop for this bus line. I wander around this stop and what do you know I see the metro in the distance. Not real sure which way I need to go and it's so late at night that the only attendant working this station doesn't speak english. I pick a train and by the grace of God it was the right one. I get off and walk around for 1hr and 15mins before finding my hostel 1 block away from where I got off the metro.
Anyways, things are going really good except for the fact that they don't sell Benadryl here and I have a really bad skin itch, and can't sleep at night.
Love you guys,
Scott
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