Day 96

5:6
Athens:Greece

Title: The Bread Box


I've decided to compile about 50 pictures showing what Ally and I did on the trip, where we went, and all the pretty things we saw. This blog is going to be kind of separate from that. We did a lot of cool things on this day, and I got good pictures of it all, but I don't feel like putting them up here. I just need to catch up. And this is a photo of the day project, the operative word being "a". There's nothing plural about that, so I shouldn't always feel compelled to post EVERY damn picture I took every damn day.

But I will tell you what we did.

A few things I learned today: flea markets in shady neighborhoods make them exponentially shadier (lots of nail clippers, porno dvds with xeroxed covers, and a man actually barked at me...) despite the lack of shade and the everpresent cancer-maker sun, McDonald's makes people fat the whole world around, meat markets are closed on Sundays but their smell is open 7 days a week, and it probably wouldn't exactly have been the most pleasant pace to have lunch anyways. The guide book made it seem like a street vendor food market, but it looked more like a gigantic industrial warehouse of stainless steal and glass cases with stains running down their sides and along the ground. The smell was apparent for several block around it in all directions.

So instead we trekked back to our neck of the woods and had a very nice light lunch of cheese and sliced hams and frappes with a very nice waiter. Nap. Nice twilight dinner off the beaten path (kind of) overlooking a good bit of Athens. I had a pork chop (ribs maybe...) in an ouzo sauce. I couldn't taste the liquorice flavor, but Ally said it was overpowering. My tastebuds are dead from too many sunflower seeds and a certain toothpick habit I've formed (see the second-to-last bullet).