Twenty weeks in Greece! Wow! That sounds properly impressive.
As far as weeks in Greece go, though, it was a pretty slow one! Monday was Mallory’s last day here. She went exploring on her own during the day while I worked, and then we headed downtown for her last Greek meal. I googled “best places to eat in Athens” and settled on a place called GH Attikos because it said it had a rooftop restaurant. We left straight after work at 4:00 and got there around 4:30 for a late lunch. When we arrived, only one other table was full, and the hostess approached.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Confused by the seemingly obvious reply, I said, “…We want to eat.”
“Will you be done before 8?” she asked.
I glanced at my phone. “Uh, yeah.”
She escorted us to our seat, which had a STUNNING view of the Acropolis. While we were ooo-ing and ahh-ing, we heard noises that sounded like the kitchen starting up. We took a closer look at the space around us. None of the tables had plates or napkins or anything. The people sitting at the other table had been done for a long time and were only chatting.
The restaurant wasn’t open. But we waltzed in with our American privilege and assumptions, and ordered a full meal that they mercifully supplied. Sometimes it pays to be ignorant!
Mallory left early Tuesday morning, and I spent the rest of the weekdays soaking up some quality time alone (except for my Greek lesson with Maria on Wednesday night). This was especially necessary because work has been hard. Continue reading



You may or may not remember that when we left off in last week’s