Wednesday, October 14, 2015

It's All Greek to Me

In our usual fashion, we booked our summer holiday at the last minute.
Well, that's not exactly true, but the holiday on which we actually went was booked just two weeks before we left.
Here's what happened:
Late last spring, we made reservations at an amazing resort in Turkey.  
We planned on spending a few days in Istabul.  
I planned to buy a really colorful hijab.  
We were all set.

And then there was a terrifying and horrific terrorist attack on the beach of a popular tourist destination.  The victims were unsuspecting civilians and tourists; people like you and I, who were just enjoying their vacation.
I received a phone call from a representative of the resort asking if we still wanted our reservation, and that it was okay if we did not; a travel alert had been placed for Americans in Turkey and we could get our money back.

So that's what we did.
And then we waited until the absolute last possible minute to book again.

Because if nothing else, we are spontaneous.

We set off for Brussels bright and early to catch our flight to Athens.

With only one minor mishap, we arrived in Athens that evening.
And by minor mishap, I mean WE MISSED OUR FLIGHT.  As in we didn't make it on time and the plane left without us.  But never mind that.  It was actually one of those things where we couldn't get mad, but rather, we laughed and made the most of a few hours set back.  Fortunately, there was another flight later that day and instead of sitting around the airport, we walked across the street and got a hotel room for the day.  Finn napped, Shawn worked and Hannah and I read books and watched movies.  (And as an aside, when Hannah returned to school and got an assignment to write about her summer holiday, she wrote that the most exciting thing that happened was that we missed our flight and that we had to stay in a hotel that cost 8 euros.  She makes us sound so classy.)

So, back to Athens.  We found a cat at our hotel.
He was a regular there and I think my kids would've been happy to just play with him all day.

The next morning, we hiked up to the Parthenon.

It was hot and dusty, but my goodness, what an experience.
Visiting places of such grandeur and historical significance, well, it takes my breath away.
I am so grateful to be able to show these things to my kids.

After spending a few days in Athens, we took a taxi and a boat to our resort.
There's no filter or editing on this photo; the water was that blue and clear.

Our home for the next 9 days:

Ya know, if I'm being honest, I was a little hesitant to go to Greece.  I mean, the country is pretty much in shambles and knowing that you could only take 60 euros out of the bank per week, well, I was worried that we were setting ourselves up to get mugged.
Greece really has everything - beaches, food, history, architecture, and the people are friendly and welcoming.  It was here that democracy was created, for crying out loud.  I hope they can sort their political and economic selves out.

I could spend an entire vacation doing nothing but sitting on the beach.  Shawn, however, can do that for just a short time and then he gets bored and needs to find something to do.

So he went sailing.
Aye-aye, Captain.

No matter where I travel in this world, my favorite part is always the translations.

 If there's an opportunity for Finley to be wet or dirty, he'll take it.

On our final day, we rented a boat and took our little crew out to sea.

The man at the rental place told me that I could hold open the hatch while Shawn got the anchor out.  "My wife likes to lift heavy things," Shawn told him, "She can be in charge of the anchor."

The water and the skies were so blue, so perfect.  We anchored the boat on a beach near a tiny little town.  I waded in to shore, flip flops in hand and went into a little shop to get us sandwiches.  The woman working there made conversation with me as best as she could in what little English she spoke.   I pointed to my family waiting for me in the boat and told her how we are American, living in Luxembourg and this was our first time in Greece.  I ordered a coffee and she asked how old our kids were.

"Our daughter is seven and our son is two," I told her.

"You have a two year old boy?  I make the coffee a double."

Ah, there he is.  Vacation Shawn.
Totally relaxed, unshaven and not a care in the world.

We retured to Luxembourg, relaxed and refreshed, having checked another country and European landmark off our bucket list.

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