Athens/Mykonos 4/27-5/06
This trip started and ended with Athens but the bulk was spent in a Greek Island named Mykonos. There were many ups and downs in the time, just over a week spent in the sun right before finals were about to begin.
This trip started and ended with Athens but the bulk was spent in a Greek Island named Mykonos. There were many ups and downs in the time, just over a week spent in the sun right before finals were about to begin.
Athens 4/27-4/28
Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis (which we didn't even get all the way up to) and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
The day was far from over though as we set out to find the one Harley shop in all of Athens. It was over a 30 minute walk away but we were game to see the back streets of Athens and we sure did discover along the way. We saw the beautiful sunset over a stone building, sat at a cafe with branches that wrapped over tables and stumbled upon a neighbor hood concert where the spoken words were English but the written words were Greek after getting a Harley patch for Mad. We wondered our way back to the city center so we could be closer to the airport as it was getting dark and picked a restaurant to eat at where we could see The Acroplois lit up from our dinner table. After dinner we crossed paths with an African Drum Circle and stood amazed by the dancing and drums that filled the warm evening. Taking the last train that ran for the night we went back to the airport and we found a 24 hour outdoor cafe that made fresh warm sweets by the hour called Cafe Veneti. The owner was kind and after seeing we were not going to be able to choose what to get let us try a variety of sweets that were all incredible. I decided on tea and a small apple pie croissant covered in powdered sugar. That night was spent talking to all of our friends and family on Facetime for hours on the airport floor instead of sleeping. At this point we had been up for over 24 hours and getting on the plane to Mykonos around 6am I was really starting to fade, but I was pumped for the small sunny, san filled island we were about to live on for a week.
Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis (which we didn't even get all the way up to) and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
The day was far from over though as we set out to find the one Harley shop in all of Athens. It was over a 30 minute walk away but we were game to see the back streets of Athens and we sure did discover along the way. We saw the beautiful sunset over a stone building, sat at a cafe with branches that wrapped over tables and stumbled upon a neighbor hood concert where the spoken words were English but the written words were Greek after getting a Harley patch for Mad. We wondered our way back to the city center so we could be closer to the airport as it was getting dark and picked a restaurant to eat at where we could see The Acroplois lit up from our dinner table. After dinner we crossed paths with an African Drum Circle and stood amazed by the dancing and drums that filled the warm evening. Taking the last train that ran for the night we went back to the airport and we found a 24 hour outdoor cafe that made fresh warm sweets by the hour called Cafe Veneti. The owner was kind and after seeing we were not going to be able to choose what to get let us try a variety of sweets that were all incredible. I decided on tea and a small apple pie croissant covered in powdered sugar. That night was spent talking to all of our friends and family on Facetime for hours on the airport floor instead of sleeping. At this point we had been up for over 24 hours and getting on the plane to Mykonos around 6am I was really starting to fade, but I was pumped for the small sunny, san filled island we were about to live on for a week.
Mykonos 4/28-5/05
We landed around 6am in Mykonos on Saturday morning and the island was silent. Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis (which we didn't even get all the way up to) and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
The day was far from over though as we set out to find the one Harley shop in all of Athens. It was over a 30 minute walk away but we were game to see the back streets of Athens and we sure did discover along the way. We saw the beautiful sunset over a stone building, sat at a cafe with branches that wrapped over tables and stumbled upon a neighbor hood concert where the spoken words were English but the written words were Greek after getting a Harley patch for Mad. We wondered our way back to the city center so we could be closer to the airport as it was getting dark and picked a restaurant to eat at where we could see The Acroplois lit up from our dinner table. After dinner we crossed paths with an African Drum Circle and stood amazed by the dancing and drums that filled the warm evening. Taking the last train that ran for the night we went back to the airport and we found a 24 hour outdoor cafe that made fresh warm sweets by the hour called Cafe Veneti. The owner was kind and after seeing we were not going to be able to choose what to get let us try a variety of sweets that were all incredible. I decided on tea and a small apple pie croissant covered in powdered sugar. That night was spent talking to all of our friends and family on Facetime for hours on the airport floor instead of sleeping. At this point we had been up for over 24 hours and getting on the plane to Mykonos around 5am I was really starting to fade, but I was pumped for the small sunny, san filled island we were about to live on for a week.
We landed around 6am in Mykonos on Saturday morning and the island was silent. Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis (which we didn't even get all the way up to) and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
The day was far from over though as we set out to find the one Harley shop in all of Athens. It was over a 30 minute walk away but we were game to see the back streets of Athens and we sure did discover along the way. We saw the beautiful sunset over a stone building, sat at a cafe with branches that wrapped over tables and stumbled upon a neighbor hood concert where the spoken words were English but the written words were Greek after getting a Harley patch for Mad. We wondered our way back to the city center so we could be closer to the airport as it was getting dark and picked a restaurant to eat at where we could see The Acroplois lit up from our dinner table. After dinner we crossed paths with an African Drum Circle and stood amazed by the dancing and drums that filled the warm evening. Taking the last train that ran for the night we went back to the airport and we found a 24 hour outdoor cafe that made fresh warm sweets by the hour called Cafe Veneti. The owner was kind and after seeing we were not going to be able to choose what to get let us try a variety of sweets that were all incredible. I decided on tea and a small apple pie croissant covered in powdered sugar. That night was spent talking to all of our friends and family on Facetime for hours on the airport floor instead of sleeping. At this point we had been up for over 24 hours and getting on the plane to Mykonos around 5am I was really starting to fade, but I was pumped for the small sunny, san filled island we were about to live on for a week.
Athens 5/05-5/06
Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis (which we didn't even get all the way up to) and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
The day was far from over though as we set out to find the one Harley shop in all of Athens. It was over a 30 minute walk away but we were game to see the back streets of Athens and we sure did discover along the way. We saw the beautiful sunset over a stone building, sat at a cafe with branches that wrapped over tables and stumbled upon a neighbor hood concert where the spoken words were English but the written words were Greek after getting a Harley patch for Mad. We wondered our way back to the city center so we could be closer to the airport as it was getting dark and picked a restaurant to eat at where we could see The Acroplois lit up from our dinner table. After dinner we crossed paths with an African Drum Circle and stood amazed by the dancing and drums that filled the warm evening. Taking the last train that ran for the night we went back to the airport and we found a 24 hour outdoor cafe that made fresh warm sweets by the hour called Cafe Veneti. The owner was kind and after seeing we were not going to be able to choose what to get let us try a variety of sweets that were all incredible. I decided on tea and a small apple pie croissant covered in powdered sugar. That night was spent talking to all of our friends and family on Facetime for hours on the airport floor instead of sleeping. At this point we had been up for over 24 hours and getting on the plane to Mykonos around 5am I was really starting to fade, but I was pumped for the small sunny, san filled island we were about to live on for a week.
Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis (which we didn't even get all the way up to) and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
The day was far from over though as we set out to find the one Harley shop in all of Athens. It was over a 30 minute walk away but we were game to see the back streets of Athens and we sure did discover along the way. We saw the beautiful sunset over a stone building, sat at a cafe with branches that wrapped over tables and stumbled upon a neighbor hood concert where the spoken words were English but the written words were Greek after getting a Harley patch for Mad. We wondered our way back to the city center so we could be closer to the airport as it was getting dark and picked a restaurant to eat at where we could see The Acroplois lit up from our dinner table. After dinner we crossed paths with an African Drum Circle and stood amazed by the dancing and drums that filled the warm evening. Taking the last train that ran for the night we went back to the airport and we found a 24 hour outdoor cafe that made fresh warm sweets by the hour called Cafe Veneti. The owner was kind and after seeing we were not going to be able to choose what to get let us try a variety of sweets that were all incredible. I decided on tea and a small apple pie croissant covered in powdered sugar. That night was spent talking to all of our friends and family on Facetime for hours on the airport floor instead of sleeping. At this point we had been up for over 24 hours and getting on the plane to Mykonos around 5am I was really starting to fade, but I was pumped for the small sunny, san filled island we were about to live on for a week.
Athens 4/27-5/06
Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15 ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
Friday morning was a rough start for Madalyn and I, landing early in Athens after staying up most of the night packing and doing a whole lot of nothing. Stowing our backpacking bags in a storage locker for the day, we set out to explore the city for the remaining 15 ish hours we had left before we flew out again. We took a train into the middle of the city (the bus is cheaper we learned) and napped along the way, stepping out into a neighbor hood that was barren, desert like and blazing hot. This is not what we expected in Athens but as we continued on we found our way into the city center circle where it was bustling and busy, and grabbed some lunch sandwiches from The Corner Cafe. Walking past the shops we decided to stop into one that had colorful dresses hung in the window, after grabbing a few dresses and asking for a dressing room we discovered it was a wholesale shop. It was hysterical when we had to put back all the clothes we had pulled when we found out we would have to buy more than 20 of each to make a purchase. Carrying on we stumbled across the Monastiraki Flea Market on our way up to The Acropolis and discovered some of our favorite shops of all time. One that sold tapestries, one that sold little bowls and playing cards and one particular shop run by a daughter and father. The daughter was sweet going on and one about how she wished to travel the world some day and see the mask festival of Venice, but how she had never been out of Athens. I stood there realizing we were living out her dream, in that moment I appreciated the places and experiences I had over the past couple months even more.
