22.05.2011 - 22.05.2011 28 °C
Shane started off our morning buttering a train line of toast. Because toast can’t actually fill a person up, we headed straight over to the yogurt store. It’s just a few blocks from where we are staying and is totally awesome! This time the guy talked us into some spoon sweets to top our yogurt. I went with strawberry, sweet and crunchy tiny little berries (wild, not the kind you are used to) and Shane had a sour cherry topping. Both were very, very good. Though even for us (fat fiends) the greek yogurt is a little rich and thick. Honestly it’s like eating a bowl of slightly thin cream cheese. In the best possible way.
Our next move was to the National Gardens to await an 1100 start time of the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. We hung out on the benches for a while as time ticked by. We watched a man fall asleep on a bench and a guy drown his shoes in a water fountain. We even watched that same man hitting on the woman on the bench beside him. They seemed to be getting along well. We bought a sesame bread ring that we’ve seen being sold all over the place though I’m not sure why as they are nothing special. By the time we walked around the corner, the changing had already started, but we couldn’t see much. We waiting in the back for a few minutes before the crowds shifted and the band walked down the street with soldiers marching after them. You see the huge pompoms on their shoes? We asked our tour guide about these yesterday and he told us they used to hide knives in them. Badass? I think so.
After watching the spectacle we decided it was time to see the museum of the Acropolis. It is a new museum containing the artifacts and decorations from the Acropolis as well as ancient Greece. It was actually built on top of ruins that they are still busy excavating. Interestingly they’ve made the floor glass so you can see them work on it. Unfortunately we were rather bored by the entire thing, contrary to all the great reviews it has received. I wonder if it’s because my imagination not quite up to snuff or that we are just museumed out.
We had a place in mind for lunch and after an extensive walk through the sweltering heat, saw that it was closed. Story of our lives I’m telling you! But when in doubt eat a gyro. Yum! We sat down in a cafe and ordered two frappes where Shane proceeded to get in an argument with the man sitting across as to who’s garbage was sitting on the table between us. Think we needed a nap? I agree.[Ok Shane here. What actually happened was that an employee came to clean the dirty table we were all seated around and as she was doing so she muttered something in Greek. The man who was sitting at the table with us gestured towards us and said something back to her in Greek. All I said said was ‘Hey, it’s not ours. He was sitting here with it when we got here.’ As we were leaving the guy said, ‘Oh you’re from Canada?’. And that was it. No argument, no confrontation. I was merely setting the record straight in a language I figured neither of them really understood...and yes, I DID need a nap...] (And because I'm the final editor I get the final word! There was a few more "no it's not ours" in an irritated rude voice coming from Shane while the man kept nodding that indeed it was our garbage. And ALL GREEKS SPEAK ENGLISH! EVERY ONE OF THEM!)
So back to our hostel we went where we used the computer in the sports bar and rested a bit. For dinner Shane made some pasta with the pesto, garlic and lemon we bought in the Cinque Terre. I did the dishes and we ate some baklava. This is a style of baklava I’ve had a few Greek people tell me is superior to the one we all know and love. I would now officially beg to differ. This style is not that great according to my tastes. In fact it’s less sweet, less crispy, less interesting form of last night’s delicious gooey dessert.
We continued on our walk as darkness was settling in, waiting for 2200 when the Vancouver playoff game would be broadcasted live at the bar underneath our room. We drank a few (more) beers as we watched the game with a few other Canadians and got annoyed by large numbers of drunk people (Eastern Canadians[Torontonians specifically] embarrassing Canada actually) creating far more noise than necessary. Towards the end of the night we had talked to a few of them (truthfully we got talked TO by a few of them) and left as soon as the game was over, about 0045. Thank goodness we won!