Someone in the world thought it would be a good idea to make it dark at 4:30 pm just so it could be light at 6:59 am… friggin’ kill me. For my daily dose Vitamin D these days, I’m reliving MrKef’s inaugural trip to the Hellenic Republic–if you need some sun-drenched, punch-drunk-love pictures, here’s how Greece totally won over a skeptical MrKef and why we’ll never vacation pretty much anywhere else.
While planning our trip, MrKef thought Greece would be all beach all the time. I tried to explain the ideal vacation day (historic something in the morning, late lunch, beach/nap, shower/nap, late dinner, drinks, repeat) but he just couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. So, we decided to split our time between Athens and Prague. Sadly, flights didn’t quite work out so we only had a few days in Athens, but “thems the breaks,” as HomeBrewKef would say.
After some hilarious airport hijinks, we made it to the lovely home of my darling Aunt Fifi. Point for Greece: She and MrKef were fast friends over non-alcoholic beer:
We ate some homemade gemiste, took a divine nap, and woke up to this beautiful view of the port of Rafina:
Afterward, we headed down to Marathonos to stroll along the promenade. Point for Greece: “I can’t believe how whole families just come down here and hang out in the square! It’s amazing–the kids can play and the parents can have a drink! I love this!”
The next day, we drove out to Sunnios. MrKef was juuuust about sold on Greece when he saw just how beautiful a drive along the coast it is, but I knew it was going to take one big push to get him over the edge. I made a miscalculation and tried to woo him to the Greek side with a Cappuccino Freddo, but I married the one lawyer in America who’s not into coffee, so that didn’t do much for him. Me, on the other hand? HEAVEN.
We arrived at the Temple of Poseidon, which is absolutely stunning. I could tell MrKef was close to re-negging on his previous anti-all-Greece-trip sentiment. Imagine my surprise when he nailed it RIGHT on the head– “Greeks are so brilliant. There’s a beach and a restaurant right next to this tourist attraction. You can do it all in one place in one day.” It feels good to be right.
We headed back home to a house full of Greeks eager to meet Edgar. Some tiropita and pantomiming later, and it was nap time again.
As if a mid-day nap isn’t treat enough, we were greeted by coffee, tea, and a view when we woke up. Also, my aunt is a wonderful human who fills my little heart with so much joy, even when we only share about three-quarters of a language.
We took a trip down to the Port to take a walk and watch the ferries come in, and Greece won an unexpected point: MrKef loved the feral cats and the funny places we found them. This one really tickled his funnybone:
The next morning, we packed up the car and headed into Athens– I won about 100,000 lifepoints for driving in Athens and not killing myself or someone else, if I do say so myself. We had a free stay at the Hilton Athens, and we made quick use of the central location. MrKef was on a MISSION to see the Acropolis, so we headed there first with a quick stop off at Parliament to see the changing of the guards.
We toured the beautiful new Museum of the Acropolis, and then set off on a long walk up to the Museum of Archeology. On the way, I passed a Gregory’s an of course had to eat a spanakopita the size of my head. God bless that Gregory.
We took a long tour of the museum, which is not fancy but is really well done, and even found the perfect funeral arrangement for HomeBrewKef– an Egyptian king was buried with this model brewery so he could keep enjoying cold ones in the afterlife:
Because my family is so wonderful, my cousin met us with his wife and daughter for a coffee in the exquisitely-renovated courtyard of the museum. Then we moseyed on back to the hotel, where we found this so thoughtful gluten-free gift waiting for us from the Hilton! Marriott, you are dead to us.
At this point, it was like 11:30pm and even Greeks were surprised when we were trying to start dinner. Luckily, the good people of Lonely Planet had our backs and recommended a very cute, reasonably-priced Taverna in otherwise way-too-trendy-for-my-budget Colonaki. MrKef, punch drunk on the awesomenees of Greeks for the last 10 centuries, DEMANDED a saganaki, and Oikeio truly delivered.
GAME, SET, MATCH: GREECE!!!!!!!
We wandered up the street to a fun bar filled with people our age (read: not young)., and I enjoyed a lovely beverage that came with a spoonful of berry puree because… why not? And then, it was seriously bed time. We were pooped!
The next morning, we started at the Panhellenic Stadium. Then we strolled back up to the Central Market near Omonia Square, where we stocked up on spices and MrKef pondered how to smuggle raw meat into the Czech Republic.
Then, a catastrophe happened: I had been desperately looking forward to a trip to the Museum of Greek Gastronomy. We got there only to find… it has closed almost two years ago. I cannot remember a vacation day when I was sadder. Truly, a Greek tragedy!
But then I saw this hilarious little transliteration error, and I remembered why Greece is the best 🙂 If I start going by KookKefi, RN from now on, you’ll know why:
We wandered back through the Plaka and Monasteraki, where MrKef tried on pretty much every pair of shoes known to man. We ended our 15,000-step day at the stunning Agora:
We met my cousin for dinner and ice cream, and it was suddenly time to go. MrKef signed in blood that he would come to Greece for at least a week next time, and I am *this* close to his realization that Greece is the only place we ever need to vacation anytime again. #OurGreeknessIsYourWeakness
Stay tuned for a recap of our 5 glorious days in Prague.