Sad face. I woke up and got my stuff together, alone. The girls don’t leave for home until tomorrow, so they stayed at the hotel, while I trudged all the way out to the airport. I find that the first half of any trip is mixed with sadness and a little bit of frustration over all that travelling entails. But the closer you get to you r destination, the more excited you feel, and you start feeling like all the hassle is worth it, which it of course is. My hip, and when I say hip, I mean butt but will use hip because it’s more polite, is killing me. My fall from 2 nights ago has made sitting for too long fairly uncomfortable. Good thing I’m going to be travelling for over 10 hours.
The trek to the airport wasn’t all that bad and I made pretty good time. I managed to check my bag without incident but noticed a slight whole in Madrid airport security. They checked my I.D. when I gave them my bag but no one checked to see if my boarding pass matched my passport. I only had to show my boarding pass at security. Surely not. After all the hassle it takes to get into and out of the U.K., I’d assume they’d be a little more vigilante. Nope. I made it all the way to Greece, through a couple of different countries without anyone verifying that I was who I was.
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| My Giant Airport Beer |
Happy face. I landed in Greece a little pass midnight and was my bag was the first one on the belt. I met my Dad outside and we grabbed the bus into the city. From there we grabbed a taxi which ended up dropping us off God knows where. The women we rented from had drawn him a map, which he proceeded to think was ridiculous. Little did he know that at 1:00am, he’d be lost 2 blocks from the apartment, and that map would get us home. We made it back, settled in for the night at a little after 2:00am, and set our alarms for 5:30. Did I mention we’re catching the 7:30am ferry to Santorini? Longest travel day ever.
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