Faros I Piraeus

... there. We'll never know if the other place was better, but we did enjoy our meal and wine. The waiters were attentive and friendly. Again, we toasted - "Yamus!" This time it was a crisp white wine - the house wine. It complemented each of our dishes. <br><br>Our meal included - <br><br> Tzatziki, Greek Shrimp, Calamari, Grilled Octopus, Greek Salad <br><br>You can view our attempts to replicate our dinner by clicking ...

... and it was one of the only pastas we ever saw in Greece.<br><br>Most places don&#8217;t offer you a dessert menu. Rather, one or two small desserts are often automatically brought out to the table to share and are &#8220;free of additional charge&#8221;<br><br>Liquor shots are a common ending to any meal- especially in Crete. Raki, Mastica, and Mirtio, are common after dinner shots served automatically and free of charge after every meal- even lunch. <br><br>Getting your check ...

... as a second name that you never really use. Married women usually take the husband's name, although it was recently made legal for her to keep her birth name. Basil could think of no instances of a husband taking the wife's name, it's just unheard of in a Greek Orthodox culture. Basil also surprised me by saying that what I thought was her real first name is actually a nickname, short for a longer name. She also ...

... start the day was at the beach (we're in Greece, right!?). I sought out a local taxi driver that seemed young enough to know how to have a good time and that spoke decent English and explained that I wanted to go to the closest beach resort that offered wakeboarding. He knew what I was talking about right away and after a half hour drive to Varkiza, we arrived at Yabanaki Beach, home of wakeboarding, windsurfing lessons, and beds on the beach. The beach was ...

... almost every way. I'm not European. I can identify more easily with the British culture, but that's because New Zealand was British colonial, because of my own parentage and the culture that has grown around this. And I'm not even very sure my identification is for these particular reasons either; it may just be more of a common language thing. I think some of my friends with no "claim" to European descent may enjoy or find England easy - they line up ...

... of fence and the mountain itself. Okay, the food is really good, too, and again through Karen, I got to experience what it's like to eat real Greek food for the first time. Unfortunately, I was experiencing a bit of stomach upset during the day, but Karen had brought a homeopathic remedy for "food poisoning" with her from Canada, and it worked wonderfully. (Yes, I've been sick again, but at least the cold is history.) Wednesday was our last full day ...

... huge castle that took ~890 steps to get up. We spent the day walking around the town and headed back in the evening. We waited 4 days to see the Acropolis since it is free on Sundays. We got up early to beat the crowds, and we are very thankful we did. We basically had the site to ourselves for 2 hours before the masses arrived by tour bus around 11. You can't describe in words how huge the site is. The hill towers over the city. For some reason in the 1920's some genius decided to repair ...

... the 1800's and was further excavated by both the British and later by Greeks. Most of the valuable artifacts found there are on show in a museum close to the site or at the National Museum in Athens. By the time we had finished our walk, the place had filled with masses of tourists who had arrived by coach and taxi and the sun had began to have a ...

... ajan ja sivuutin sen saman tien. Siskoparalla on tama valokuvamuisti, ja se viela katsoi UUDESTAAN, oma vika. Purimme jarkytysta parilla viinilasillisella ravintolassa ja ryntaamalla shoppailemaan. Auttoi vahasen. :P mutta elama on, ihan totta. Tuskin maltan odottaa et paasemme su:na Akropolikselle, sunnuntaisin sinne paasee ilmatteeksi ;) Auringonpaisteisia terkkuja kaikille, ja Lasse: pusi pus!! &lt;3 Liisa

... Mecca. I on the other hand, kindly asked the ever so charming desk clerk to call ahead to another hostel to see if there was vacancy before I crossed town by myself in the middle of the night, to which I got a disgruntled look of surprise and a heavy sigh. A greek telephone conversation later, he waved me out the door with the map he had given me begrudgingly saying they were waiting for me. Half an hour later, I walked into the Traveller's Inn to an embittered "what do you want ...