This time, from Roma!

Ciao!
When left off, we had gone to the National Archaeological Museum.

The next day, we went to Ύδρα, spelled Hydra, pronounced Eedra. It was a much different atmosphere - instead of cars there were donkeys, there were much happier people, and the only beggars were the vast numbers of stray cars and dogs. It wasn't really sad, though. They didn't look starved, and the combination of locals and tourists pretty much kept them well fed.

On the way back to Athens on the boat, we saw a riot in the Acropolis on the TV. Pictures of us coming in are above.

The next day we flew to Rome. The minute we stepped off the plane, you could tell Italy was a happier place. The man who drove us to our B&B smiled and waved at people as we left the airport, and the man who owned the B&B did the same (well, not the wave to people at the airport one mile away part).

The internet wasnt working, and we only just got it back. I'm way behind, so I'll just say για σας, I mean arrivaderci, for now.

Remember kids, aspirate initial plosives!