It's all Greek to me

We packed up the family and took a quick 4 day trip to Athens, Greece in order to take full advantage of a business trip. We arrived Saturday morning and decided to rent a car and get out of the city and avoid the riots, tear gas, and all-around mayhem of the city. We borrowed Bill and Karen's GPS. They previously lived in Athens and recommended a beach near Sourin on the southern-most tip of the Athens peninsula. The beach was even saved in their GPS' favorites. So, we fired up the GPS and started following directions. Unfortunately when we heard the phrase "you have reached your destination" we were in the middle of a land-locked parking lot looking at a tire store. We pulled out the map and realized we went 30km in the wrong direction. So we drove back towards the airport. Interspersed in the greek-worded signs we found our way and eventually got to the beach. Well, not 'the beach', but a beach. We ate at a local fish house on the beach. Kate and I opened the screen door and Reid jumped down to play in the sand. He would jump up, have a few bites of lunch, and then jump back down and play more in the Adriatic.

The next day we woke up early and took the metro to the port to find a ferry and visit the greek island of Spestes. We arrived at the ticket booth and the woman said "you're in luck, there's a ferry. Do you see the ferry in the far distance, your ferry is a small one behind that. Here are your tickets. The only problem is that it leaves in four minutes. Good luck!" And off we dashed to the ferry. Nothing in Greece is on time - except the ferries. Running we waived our arms in the air. The ferry delayed enough for us to jump on board, and then off we went.

The day in Spetses was our favorite in Greece. We ate breakfast in a small restaurant on the water. Reid played in the sand and Kate and I drank cappuccinos. He hadn't planned well, so kate and I bought bathing suits and sandals in a local shop. We rented bikes and rode until we found a deserted beach. Well, almost deserted - there was a small tiki hut with a bartender. Reid loved throwing rocks in the Adriatic with his parents snoozing in the background.

On Monday unfortunately I had to go to work. Kate and Reid explored the Plaka and National Gardens. After work we met and toured the Akropolis. Glad we did it, but don't feel the need to go ever go back.

Looking back on the trip, even while living in Italy, Greece is worth visiting. The islands are Greece's saving grace - and Kate and I plan to go back. It's hard to compare the colorful cliff towns of Cinque Terre to the white-washed, blue-top towns of the Greek Islands. It's like comparing apples and oranges. Or - like comparing green olives to black olives.