We were getting ready for our kayaking trip to Montenegro when the announcement from the captain came over the speaker outside the cabin. Not, however, inside. Not being sufficiently covered to open the door and not wanting to traumatize the room steward, I didn’t crack it open to hear better. Much like placing a McDonald’s … Continue reading “…passengers left behind in Santorini…”
Welp. In addition to needing to know how to say eff-Harry’s-toe, today I realized I needed another phrase. Σιγά το διάολο! No idea how to pronounce it. However, it means “Slow the f😳ck down!!” The taxi driver, paid through Uber, received a set rate to get us from the flat to the port. Ergo, it … Continue reading Up the cliffs
The Hellenic post office is a trip. The US Postal Service could learn a few things. There’s a take-a-number machine at the entrance, electronic, into which you say what service you need. The machine politely spits out a number. I can’t actually read it, but I get the general idea. Then, much like the DMV, … Continue reading Details of daily life in Athens… the Grecian way…
We hired a driver for the day who managed to nightbus that Peugeot through the skinniest spaces. It was an extravagance for what we usually do - I like public transit and going like a local, so we’re usually traipsing around on busses and the like as I giggle with glee at how much we’re … Continue reading “Are you sure you can fit through there…?” I muttered at the driver.
We’re staying in Plaka, one of the oldest, most touristy neighborhoods in Athens… it’s an AirBnB in a building built not in any century of which I’ve been a part. Our neighborhood. Shops on the ground floor, apartments above. We’re on the 4th floor (European 4th… American 5th) and mercifully there’s an elevator. Elevators, like … Continue reading Elevators in Athens and Prince Harry’s tootsies…
Holy god. Remind me to never drive in Greece. Apparently the white stripes on the road are a mere suggestion to be ignored. The taxi driver, who greeted us in English, displayed his entire command of the language in one brief sentence. “Is okay I get them” when faced with our luggage. Not that I’m … Continue reading He drives like an intoxicated wombat.
I swear I’m beefing up my thigh muscles (not a bad thing, really) with all the ups and downs we’re doing. We decided to go up to the top of Maungawhau (Mount Eden), the highest point in Auckland and a volcano dormant 28,000 years, give or take a decade or two. Somehow, my brain didn’t … Continue reading Who knew New Zealand was so damn hilly??
Eden Park Stadium is amazing. To this Los Angeleno, it’s astonishing to sit in a 43,200 capacity sports arena that has no parking. Your ticket includes public transit… so everyone is expected to ride the bus or the train to get there - the surrounding streets are closed to all but residents - so you … Continue reading Eden Park and an Island
Beloved groaned… but said “Yeah… what?” All props go to this woman. For 30 years she’s put up with this. If our roles were reversed, I’d be divorced, living in a crappy little apartment, because I would’ve dumped my ass years ago. I am what those personality tests refer to as an “activator”. My brain … Continue reading Honey? I whispered. Are you awake? I have an idea…
I was sent on a very last-minute trip to Roswell, NM. One Thursday, I’m minding my own business, then suddenly Sunday I’m on a commuter jet winging from PHX to the city of aliens. It wasn’t so bad flying there from my usual airport, I made it through security just fine, but annoyed as TSA … Continue reading It all started when American forgot to put pre-check on my boarding pass.
Examining Misadventures 