Dear Michael: On behalf of the rest of the world's olive consumers, thank you for no longer laying siege to the Greek olives. And I'm sure the olives appreciate the fact they might still live a little longer without being consumed. The section about orange blossoms took me back to my youth in Escondido, CA, where oranges were grown in large quantities for consumption. In comparison to the Greek oranges, not only could you smell the great scent of the trees, but you could eat the oranges too. Finally, I really like your picture of the cat. Of course, the cats around the Acropolis weren't impressed by it. It was, after all, a place for them to be fed and to sleep. Thanks for the great pictures. Take care.
Hi William. As always, thanks for the kind words. And those orange blossoms sound incredible! I honestly had no idea what a lovely fragrance they produced.
I’m not a world traveler like you and Brent but hope to be one day before I’m too old to walk the talk! I love to read your posts about the places you are living in at the moment and it makes me feel like I’m there! Thank You!!
This article was enjoyable and enlightening as always. My one suggestion is that I'd like to know the Airbnb you used. Having that link would be helpful. Thanks.
Oh boy, the toilet paper thing. Yup! Exactly the same in the islands too (I lived in Corfu for 2 months in '19). And one of those issues that seems...almost impossible to fix, because, how do you dig up an entire country's sewage pipes, and is that even a good idea? (NO. IT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA.)
This post took me back to Athens for a while, so, thank you. Greece is my spiritual home, and where I intend to make a part-home for myself over the next probably nomadic half-decade.
And one of the best experiences of my life was "un-nighting" in the Greek tradition (as explained in Sofka Zinovieff's "Eurydice Street: A Place In Athens", which is where I got it from). You go to a bar around 8pm - in my case just under the Acropolis in Plaka - and you have a beer. Then after an hour or so you move to the next bar and have a coffee. And repeat, and repeat. And with this wakeful-yet-sleepy momentum, you stay up....all night. It's a thing (a ridiculous, often macho thing): un-night, then go home, have a really cold shower, go to work, and the next night sleep like the dead. I did it because I knew I could sleep on the ferry the next day. And what surprised me the most was there were *so many other people doing it too*. No matter what time of night, the bars were open and people were out. Truly, Athenian nightlife is determined to make the most of every hour it can get hold of (in a chilled out sort of way, usually)...
Okay, I totally missed this "un-nighting," which I might as well do since I'm such an insomniac anyway.
Interesting to hear that Greece is your spiritual home. I've always thought that Australia was my spiritual home but I'm thinking Italy is starting to become a serious rival for my affections!
As for the sewage pipes, yeah, don't know how you solve that problem since with every passing year it only gets worse...
Dear Michael: On behalf of the rest of the world's olive consumers, thank you for no longer laying siege to the Greek olives. And I'm sure the olives appreciate the fact they might still live a little longer without being consumed. The section about orange blossoms took me back to my youth in Escondido, CA, where oranges were grown in large quantities for consumption. In comparison to the Greek oranges, not only could you smell the great scent of the trees, but you could eat the oranges too. Finally, I really like your picture of the cat. Of course, the cats around the Acropolis weren't impressed by it. It was, after all, a place for them to be fed and to sleep. Thanks for the great pictures. Take care.
Hi William. As always, thanks for the kind words. And those orange blossoms sound incredible! I honestly had no idea what a lovely fragrance they produced.
Now he's laying siege to Italy's olives! And gelato. But all is well. Alas, no kitties here either. :-(
More lies! LIES! I'm too full from all of the gelato I'm eating...
As always, a very informative and enjoyable read.
Thank you very much!
I’m not a world traveler like you and Brent but hope to be one day before I’m too old to walk the talk! I love to read your posts about the places you are living in at the moment and it makes me feel like I’m there! Thank You!!
Thanks so much, Bob! I hope you get out there soon too. We can share an espresso somewhere!
This article was enjoyable and enlightening as always. My one suggestion is that I'd like to know the Airbnb you used. Having that link would be helpful. Thanks.
Interesting! To be honest though, we wouldn't recommend that particular Airbnb!
Okay, maybe only list the links for the Airbnbs you liked.
Oh boy, the toilet paper thing. Yup! Exactly the same in the islands too (I lived in Corfu for 2 months in '19). And one of those issues that seems...almost impossible to fix, because, how do you dig up an entire country's sewage pipes, and is that even a good idea? (NO. IT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA.)
This post took me back to Athens for a while, so, thank you. Greece is my spiritual home, and where I intend to make a part-home for myself over the next probably nomadic half-decade.
And one of the best experiences of my life was "un-nighting" in the Greek tradition (as explained in Sofka Zinovieff's "Eurydice Street: A Place In Athens", which is where I got it from). You go to a bar around 8pm - in my case just under the Acropolis in Plaka - and you have a beer. Then after an hour or so you move to the next bar and have a coffee. And repeat, and repeat. And with this wakeful-yet-sleepy momentum, you stay up....all night. It's a thing (a ridiculous, often macho thing): un-night, then go home, have a really cold shower, go to work, and the next night sleep like the dead. I did it because I knew I could sleep on the ferry the next day. And what surprised me the most was there were *so many other people doing it too*. No matter what time of night, the bars were open and people were out. Truly, Athenian nightlife is determined to make the most of every hour it can get hold of (in a chilled out sort of way, usually)...
Okay, I totally missed this "un-nighting," which I might as well do since I'm such an insomniac anyway.
Interesting to hear that Greece is your spiritual home. I've always thought that Australia was my spiritual home but I'm thinking Italy is starting to become a serious rival for my affections!
As for the sewage pipes, yeah, don't know how you solve that problem since with every passing year it only gets worse...