Dad I love Greece, it is so unbelievably beautiful. Dirty, but beautiful. Our Hotel is really quite great, and at only $16 US a night, it is also a steal. Compared to Paris, everything is a bargain. Gyros are 1,70, wine is cheap, the weather is warm, the people are exceptionally nice. The postcards are also vulgar, I found one with a picture of a krater with two men engaging in rather friendly acts, and another of an exposed, aroused breast in the foreground and Lykavittos Hill with it's whitewashed chapel on the summit in the background. Priceless.
Athens, having been laid out years prior to modern, grid-like urban planning, is quite a maze. We've been turned around several times and end up in places unexpected, which is always quite nice. Yesterday we ended up at a protest. It seems the US media is saying that nothing is really happening here, but as we were sitting on the Areopagus below the Acropolis last night, we heard a massive protest somewhere to the northeast of us. Today as we were walking around, there were police in riot gear on every corner downtown. Near all of the sites we walked by were police or military with sub-machine guns. Lots of tension, it seems like the population here is anything but in favor of the EU bailout. In the last fiscal quarter or year, I'm not sure of the time frame, Greece managed to reduce their national debt by about 40% from what I've been told.
Well, I think we are off to grab a bite to eat and then head to a bar we found today that seems quite nice and friendly.
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