Musings on life from a (little red) backpacker who adores highschool language classes so much.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
“I was in the same shop six years ago!”, said the girl beside me. I was having a non-alcoholic German beer called Marke Clausthaler on my flight to Frankfurt (then back to Amsterdam) when this Jodie Foster look-alike interrupted me while reading the broadsheet-sized give-away from the celebrity poet sandalmaker’s shop in Monasteraki. I uttered back with “oh, really?”. She’s from Vienna, she confessed to me.
I was actually daydreaming that time, admiring the other designs for the sandals. All of them are named after a person, ancient and not so ancient. They’ve got Plato, Cleopatra, Heracletus, Socrates, John Lennon, Jeremy Irons, Jackie O, Prince, Sophia Loren, etc. The sandalmaker, as the Top 10 Athens has mentioned, has crafted a dozen of sandals to celebrities who visited the shop (Gary Cooper, Barbra Streisand and the Beatles included). Then a recurring realization came: my ugly feet are humble enough for the “pogi” sandals (though I can feel that I have a celebrity spirit in me, always waiting to be of service). Just the same, I bought a pair, a Caesar, while Leah chose the classic Cleopatra over Maria Callas. On personal note, the other side of that leathered vanity, a not so expensive one, by the way, is a personalized service, reminiscent of the infamous Pinoy hospitality, courtesy of the poet – sandalmaker’s son named Pantellis Mellisinos (check out their website: www.melissinos-art.com ). Never in my life that I was pampered like Brad Pitt.
And that made my Greek weekend not so Greek at all.
That was, of course, on top of ruins after ruins: Acropolis, Agora, Kerameikos, Temple of Olympian Zeus, Hadrian’s Arch, Kallimarmaro Stadium, Roman Forum, Tower of the Winds, etc. Plus the voluntary food trip: moussaka, grilled octopus, calamari, home-made sausage and my favorite, “covered bread” (which is literally just covered by a table cloth to keep it warm).
For your indulgence, Athens pics here!
Leah and I didn’t just leave Athens without a godly experience. One hour and 20 minutes before the departure, we were still in the Metro line that connects the city center and Eleftherios Venizelos International Airport. Thirty minutes before, we were rushing from the train station to the check-in counter area (comparable to the distance between Ayala and Reposo along Buendia). I can almost feel the wings in my pair of Nike. Leah was just behind me running-pulling her hand-carry bag (the standard one, take that!). I did not attempt to look back because I might turn into salt (is that Greek myth or what?). Anyway, 20 minutes before the departure, we were still looking for the Lufthansa counter which was not easy to find. We were panting when we finally reached counter 145 (in the left-most part of the terminal). Leah hurriedly asked the lady behind the bar if we can still rush to the gate for boarding. Then the lady said, “Of course. The flight is delayed for 45 minutes”. Now I understand the corniness behind the big Athens tourism billboard which greeted us when we arrived. In glaring font and with pride, it says “Welcome to Greece. Discover a new myth. Yours.”.
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haaay breathtaking athens, with the ancient mummies displayed in the metro stations and a myth in every corner :)
wait wait wait....
a non alcoholic German beer???
wait wait wait...
what happened to the Jodie Foster look-alike?
oo nga nasaan na yung jodie foster look alike mo? I think that was a good pick up line you know ;) i think is synonymous to Hi want to ask for my number? LOL!
socs, yeah. the bottle claims it's the best of that kind (non-alcoholic). something like an herb beer. mapait pa rin.
allan and jeng, we talked only for the last 20 minutes before the landing. sayang. actually, sinasabayan ko lang din ang pag-request n'ya ng beer. hahaha. n'ung humingi s'ya, humingi rin ako. 'yung second bottle, na-vistan ako, apple juice na ang hiningi ko. hahaha. who says russians lang ang magaling sa body language? hehehe.
mabato ba sa greece?
dare not to look back and turn into salt.
sa bible yun. =p
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