Early morning. One last goodbye from Greece.
One last espresso freddo from Coffee Island. One last tiropita from the bakery. For this trip, anyways.
We caught some rain in the first hour of the drive back to Athens, but once we were across the big bridge in Patras, it was clear sailing. Turned in the rental car, wandered into the airport, and got Burger King of all things for lunch. Had some little struggles getting all the luggage headed in the right direction (including having to check the drone) — we’ll learn for the trip back — then through security with plenty of time to relax until they announced our gate.
The flight was only an hour, barely long enough for the crew to give the flight briefing, do a quick run through with a beverage cart, and then come and collect the empties.
We collected everything pretty quickly and caught a cab into town. We got dropped off in the rain but found the entrance to the apartment, moved everything in, and then went back out to survey the surrounding neighborhood. There’s a supermarket in the first floor of the building that’s pretty well stocked, so we picked up soda and some things for breakfast.
Also in the base of the building is a pizza shop, so we went and sat down and indulged ourselves in what must have seemed a crazy extravagant meal to the poor kid waiting on us — two salads (two!) and a large pizza, and beer and wine, all amounting to about half of what it would cost in the US. We opted for a pizza with local sausage and fried potatoes (thinking it would be similar to a pizza I loved when we were in Aviano) — the local sausage (sujuk) was tasty and spicy, but the fried potatoes were French fries! Still, quite a tasty pizza.
The bed is comfy, the apartment is comfy, so more tomorrow.