From when my parents came to Greece in October 1998...
Famed mountain climber and amateur landscape artist Dr. X, and his lovely wife, Y, raiser of genius offspring (me), wine specialist, and winner of the “I can take my computer apart the fastest” contest, came to Greece this past Saturday. They stayed one night in Athens before departing for the lovely island of Corfu, where they are supposedly “working” and hopefully buying me even more presents than what they arrived with.
For their visit they arranged a trip to the Acropolis with X Expeditions, a somewhat shady tour outfit described in Frommer’s as “an atrocious tour of every bar in Athens from which you will wake up with a hang over that makes you think the Acropolis landed on your head”. The tour started out with a trip to the hotel bar where the waiter had the pleasure of listening to Y attempt to order white wine in Greek based on lessons she received in the language via e-mail from some guy named Tom that she works with.
After discovering English was a better vehicle for communicating with the hotel staff, the tour operator, a spastic young woman who seemed to get great pleasure out of walking in front of moving cars, made the couple chug their drinks so they could see the Acropolis. Dr. X responded to the stunning monument with exclamations such as, “look, there are some rocks stacked up in a pile over there” and “look, more rocks”. His final comment on the beauty of the monument was “wow, there are a lot of fat American tourists here.”
The tour continued from the Acropolis to the main restaurant strip where Dr. X felt the need to say “I’m not really hungry, but if any one else wants some food this restaurant looks good”. After dinner and a few more attempts to get hit by a car, the tour guide dropped the tired couple off at their hotel room. They will be returning to finish their tour Friday morning.
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