Coffee Free

Day Four and Final Day  

Today is the final day of our eight day Classic Greece tour. It's not my math. The tour company considers the morning you depart as your final tour day, even if its at 5 a.m. But enough of tour math.    

This day we were on the bus and leaving our hotel before my work would open it's doors to serve the public.  

The breakfast wasn't as good. Maybe we are expecting  too much from a all-you-can-eat Greek breakfast buffet. Oh sure, the olives and tomatoes are tasty but only one choice of each. We've been spoiled with a half  dozen kinds of olives and tomatoes prepared every way you can think of for breakfast. My personal favorite has been the fried tomato smoother in cheese. Oh yes.

My least favorite part of breakfast; coffee. I am a Starbucks, Dutch Bros, never-drink-coffee-from-a-can kind-of girl. Coffee here shouldnt't be called coffee. Maybe a cup of tar? My husband adds cream to his coffee and it doesn't change color. Does that tell you everything you need to know? Yes, it's that bad. I actually paid three Euro (close to 5 bucks) for a small, 6 oz size of coffee at a museum. I need my coffee. As my husband would tell you, he makes coffee not for me in the morning but for my co-workers.

Anyhow, for almost my five bucks cup-of-tar the gal only filled it half full. Rather half empty. I insisted she fill my cup. Suddenly she didn't speak English. I refused to pay. She called her manager over to speak to me. I told him I want a full cup He told me impossible, that was all I needed.   I paid and drank my tar.   This morning I didn't drink any coffee. In fact, no coffee for me all day. I believe I've been a joy to be with.  

Now that you've heard my tail of woe; let me tell you about day 5/7.  

We went to what is considered the forrest of rocks, Meteora which means 'suspended in air.' These bizarre rock formations became home to monks and nuns seeking a life a solitude during the rule of the Turks.  Today, six monasteries are nestled on top and side of these rock formations. It is quite the site to see. We viewed two churches with Byzantine art and our guide described in detail what we were seeing; the life and death of Jesus. A break from Zeus. Naturally, a museum followed. By this time I don't wear my whisper. I can't stand that ear piece so I just stand close enough to the guide to hear her. (Imagine that.) Besides, one church is smaller than my bedroom. Surprised anyone wore that silly-littlle ear piece. Most everyone did.  

Lunch folllows.

Dan and I make a break from the group. We walked several blocks until we find a tiny place with no English menu. We sit. The grandmother-lookinig-woman asks what we want in German. We tell her something to eat and drink. She brings us out one beer, two glasses. Okay, we can share. Much later she brings us out a tiny plate of food, two forks. Did I say one tiny plate of food??? It had two tomato slices, two slices of fried zucchini, three bites of a potoato and two bites of bread. We look at the plate and chuckle. It's diet day. And then we inhaled. It was by  far the tastest plate of food we've had all week. Total price for one beer, one plate shared by two; two Euros.  Best price ever.  

Back on the bus for an exciting six and a half hour ride to Athens.  

Wish I had a coffee and another tiny little plate of food.

PS Spellling and such errors are because this program doesn't have spell check and I'm too exhausted to spend extra time figuring out which words are wrong.