I’m in Hydra! I found a pharmacy where I could check my email and purchase some echinacea, as Chungy, my dad, and the world are conspiring to get me sick. I’m still feeling more-or-less fine for the moment, though, so hopefully I can keep it at bay until Little Shop of Horrors auditions.
Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous: perfect sun, deliciously warm! I took a ridiculous number of photographs, which I look forward to sharing with all of you. I woke up early this morning to try to get the sunrise, but unfortunately, today is very overcast. Hopefully I’ll get some good light before we leave for Spetses tomorrow.
Must be off now! Loff to all!
I’m in Greece! Note: About 90% of this entry is me whining about travel. Skip to the end if you don’t feel like being subjected to my angst.
Highlights of my voyage:
Dallas to Philadelphia flight was an hour late. Had to sprint from Terminal C to Terminal A, which is a lung-achingly, stomach-crampingly long way. Resolved to exercise
more in the new year.
Upon arriving (a sweaty, breathless, exhausted excuse for a human being) at the correct gate for the Philadelphia-Munich flight, I was informed that I needed two ticket-things to board, rather than just the e-ticket. I was only given the e-ticket in Dallas, and had no idea what they were talking about. Eventually, in order to make the flight, I had to purchase a second ticket (the full round-trip shebang: $600+), then apply for a “lost” ticket thing, with the hopes of eventually getting a refund. SO much more complicated and angstridden than it needs to be.
Upon boarding said flight, flushed with quasi-victory, found a twentysomething male in my seat, asking if he’d be willing to switch seats with me so he could sit with his girlfriend, who “didn’t travel well.” Stupidly, I said yes. Later, after being fed gruel and hay by the flight attendants, I remembered why I request window seats for trans-Atlantic flights: I had nothing to fall asleep against. I eventually got about three hours worth of sleep, after endless tossing and turning and being awoken by my loud seatmate who wanted to tell me ad nauseum about the medication she uses to treat her MS. Awoke to the protesting cries of every muscle in my body.
The Munich airport had a lingerie store. I found this hilarious as I sprinted to make my next connection.
The next connection I sprinted to make ended up being delayed an hour, due to snow. Of course, if they had told us that it was going to be delayed an hour, I would have bought a pastry or something, as “breakfast” on the transatlantic flight consisted of a cold roll.
Lunch on the Munich-Athens flight was decently good, as airline food goes. Deutchland, Deutchland, Uber Alles!
Arrived in Athens, yay! Was immediately filled with a sense of foreboding, as I didn’t see Chungy at the baggage claim. She was supposed to pick me up at the airport. Did she get my flight number wrong? Did she not get the message about the delay, and give up on me? Could she have lost my itinerary? With no internet available, I couldn’t access my email, where Chungy had sent the address, and I didn’t have a phone number or even a last name for Chungy’s cousin’s family. To my further joy, the airport lost my bag. ARRRGH.
Left the baggage claim close to despair, only to see Chungy outside the doors! Apparently I am a moron, as the baggage claim is part of the secured area, unlike the situations in Dallas and Philadelphia. We rejoiced and did a little dance a cursed the airlines with pox and boils. The joy begins!
Chungy and I zoomed by the travel agency where she had organized a grand, four-day tour of the islands, leaving tomorrow morning. We’re visiting Aegina, Poros, Hydra, and Spetches. We’ll chill in Athens for a day, then visit Delphi, then Meteora. BWEEEE! Let’s hope it doesn’t rain.
Then we went on a brief shopping spree for socks and underwear for me, so that I won’t have to walk around naked for the next four days. I borrowed a few tops from Chungy’s cousin.
We had some great chicken souvlaki and Greek salad for dinner, and a few bites of chocolate mousse cake for dessert.
And now, I sleep! I’ll post again when I return from the island tour January 1st.
I’m off! Those that sent me their addresses will get postcards! I’ll still have email access, but I won’t have time to check my flist, so if anything comes up email me at priscellie (at) gmail.com.
Got some of the old gang together (Christine, Ashley, and Elizabeth) to see Narnia; then we went to IHOP to feed our Southern cooking withdrawal. Mmmmm, Southern cooking. It’s the biggest drawback to living in Philadelphia. It was great to get to catch up with friends I hadn’t seen in months!
A Conservative Christian organization describes Serenity as “wholesome fluff.”
*falls out of chair laughing*
Dear .avi of Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion that aired on a channel that we don’t get,
DOWNLOAD ALREADY. 6Mb in 30 minutes? That’s just sad. If you’re not finished when I wake up in the morning, there will be WORDS.
Barukh atah Adonai, Eloheinu, melekh ha’olam
shehecheyanu v’kiyimanu v’higi’anu laz’man hazeh. (Amein)
Chanukkah Tov, Chaverim — Happy Hanukkah to my friends in the Tribe!
Got my Christmas card from DeeDee! Happy Holidays, loffie! *snugs*
And again, if anyone wants a postcard from Greece email me with your address! Priscellie (at) gmail.com, doncha know.