We left bright and early the next morning – our taxi picked us up at 5:30 AM. It was a Friday night, bleeding over into Saturday morning, but still: there were lots and lots of people still out, still drinking and partying. It was unexpected, and odd to see, but kind of nice.
We left Athens to the sound of covers playing on the taxi’s radio; covers, it seems, are big in Greece. It’s rare that we ever heard any actually Greek music.
The flight home was exhausting, just like any long trip is bound to be. But I couldn’t help noticing this in the Athens airport. How brilliant.