I love British Airways. There was no better way to get this trip off the ground than by flying out on one of their brand new 777s. What was originally a daunting 12 hour trip flew by as we slept soundly for most of the flight in the crazy spacious seats that reclined more than the American Airlines maximum of 7 nanometers. You ever have the option, choose BA.
Once we landed we changed some cash (I know, changing cash at an airport is a rookie move), grabbed our bags and a cab and were on our way. Our cabbie, when not double-charging us, was surprisingly helpful, giving us the lay of the land, some information about the area, and a quick Greek lesson. Unfortunately, we could not really understand what he was saying, so when he left us (80€ lighter) we were pretty much exactly where we started.
When we were in the planning stages of this trip, any time we told people we were going to Greece we were met by the same comment: "Athens is gross, go directly to the islands." So we were pretty surprised by how beautiful Flisvos Marina, the area surrounding our hotel, was. We walked the boardwalk amongst Greeks, not tourists, sat down next to an older man night-fishing, and hung our legs over the pier. The view of the Aegean Sea was amazing, filled with mountainous backdrops and city lights in the distance. We came back and walked around the "rooftop gardens" in our hotel - actually a beautiful area with a wedding chapel overlooking the water, a small pool and gym, but the "garden" consisted of a couple of plants behind the pool. For dinner, we brought a table and a couple of chairs onto the balcony and dined on peanut butter sandwiches in the Mediterranean breeze. Then, after 3 episodes of "Modern Family," we called it a night.
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