Doing laps in the LA Fishbowl

Dear God is that the Parthenon?

A brutal but well-timed 17 hour trip, from LAX to Heathrow London, and then on to Athens. Left in the afternoon, got to London in the morning and Greece in the evening. Time goes by in that strange airport way. Spent my time at Heathrow marveling at the Starbucks— like an American Starbucks, but not like! Look! They call the oatmeal “porridge!” Their paninis look better— could it be the ingredient restrictions in the US? Didn’t get much sleep; an hour or so; spent my time watching “Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief” with Benj (nice to see you again, Uma) and listening to Greek conversation on tape. Upon landing, Greece was warm but not stultifying. Major meltdowns from both children upon arrival at the hotel (easy to understand; they didn’t sleep much either) and then a meal at the taverna around the corner, where the olive oil tasted fantastic, mostly because I was eating it IN ATHENS. Had a glass of ouzo with water, many Metzas (little Greek dishes) and then everyone crashed at once. Still: look at the view from our balcony:

That’s the Parthenon!!!!

Tomorrow we tour the Acropolis and other ancient relics. No, I’m not talking about you, Doug.

It’s unreal. Must sleep. 
June 22nd, 2010 - Still Life Las Vegas


2 responses to “Dear God is that the Parthenon?”

  1. Susan says:

    So happy you made it there unscathed! Can't wait to see you pull out your new language skills! Have a great time.

  2. salgal99 says:

    Wow. Soooo jealous. And honestly, I kinda like that otherworldly jet lag fatigue…once off the jet, that is. Kinda like drugs w/out the drugs.

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