Though they can't rely on Harrison Barnes to make a big shot down the stretch, the country of Greece pulled it out today after a couple of long flight from DC to Athens.
When Ariadne and I arrived today we were beat, but after a nap and a shower we got our kefi back and strolled the Plaka for a while. It was kind of weird; cold and relatively empty, in short the opposite of the Plaka in the summer.
But after a frappe and an Evy soda Greece rallied. We strolled among some shops, picking up a handmade leather back pack for Ari and a new Panathinaikos shirt for Evan with a couple of nice conversations - in Greek - with the store owners.
Then an unexpectedly nice dinner at Vyzantino. Of course, we were looking for another taverna but could not find it, winding up in a small square that featured Vyzantino among other touristy tavernas. But our food, and conversation, was great. Ariadne got some nice chicken with hilopites, dry like she likes it, and I had a excellent and flavorful red fish that the waiter claimed to have been caught over the weekend. We started with a garlicy but not dilly tzatziki sauce, and finished with a glass of fruity white wine. Everything was great.
And how can you beat strolling home under the lights of the Acropolis, with an added bonus of the excellently lit new Arcopolis Museum?
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