View from Hotel
View from Hotel
The airport shuttle picked me up at 11:30 am on Monday, and I arrived at my hotel at 10:00 pm Tuesday. Mind you, Athens is 7 hours faster than New York. Can I just start by saying, it was worth it? It took 2 layovers, 3 flights, 4 airports, and 24 hours to get me to Thessaloniki. Yep, still worth it.
Key trip facts:
- On the 9 hour flight from NYC to Istanbul, the lady behind me would wake me up if my chair was reclined, due to it making her uncomfortable.
- I slept on a two-seater chair in the waiting area in the Istanbul Airport.
- I thought my bag (that’s right, one bag) was lost, but I was at the wrong carousel for over an hour.
Flying in, the sun was setting just over the mountains. The airplane took a wide turn and showed all of the passengers the endless agriculture off into the distance. And then the buildings started, we were in Thessaloniki. It was a sea of 3 to 7 story buildings in variations of white. I jumped on a bus into town with the idea of ‘I’ll figure it out when I get there’. It was the bus for 0,80 € or a taxi for 30,00 €.
The people on the bus were very helpful and told me how to get to my hotel. They were talking about a million miles an hour in Greek. Sadly, I couldn’t keep up. I could pick up every 4th or 5th word. A lovely girl translated for me. They were incredibly helpful.
Upon arriving at the hotel, I was basically starving. I went downstairs to the hotel restaurant. She served me ‘toast’ which consisted of grilled cheese and turkey. She sliced up tomatoes and cucumbers, along with a giant bowl of bananas and watermelon. All for the grand total of 4,00 €.
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.