Athens is worth going to in order to take pictures. It's not worth much else though, so they'll have to speak for themselves.
And then I was hungry in Greece.
On my way to take more pictures, I passed a roadside sesame bagel stand and noticed one bagel seemed to have some sort of filling. Intrigued, I pointed to it and asked if it were salty or sweet. "Salt, no," the man told me. But sweet? I asked. Fruit? He didn't understand and spat out a string of Greek. I smiled sweetly and tried again. Same response. How much? I asked, making a sign for money. He replied in equally unintelligible Greek. One? I asked. At this point, he threw up his hands with an unpleasant sound and picked up his newspaper again, right in front of my face.
Well, EXCUUUUUUSE ME!!! Sorry I asked one too many questions!!! The American in me was mildly appalled and reasoned that, with the Greek economy in crisis, my business should be welcome regardless of my language. I guess not! And then the traveler in me rushed in and patted my head with a gentle "There, there, Natalie, it's different here" coo. So, I guess I'm not as un-Americanized as I thought.
I bought the bagel anyway. It was okay.
By the last day, I needed a change and decided to hunt up the coast. Little did I know that the bus I chose would take me two hours away! Getting to see the Greek countryside soothed all the chafing Athens had caused. It was rugged and beautiful. Suddenly, I had a new respect for Odysseus. In fact, it made me want to pick up his story again. Note: this is new and unusual due to overexposure at a very early age... occupational hazards of having English professors as grandparents! That said, I would have liked to visit Athens with Grandaddy to hear his perspective and learn the literary facets!