Okay, so, last night's dinner in Athens.
Well, let me back up. So I finished up writing, and as mentioned, an Australian asked me if I was Jackie. There was an entire slew of Aussies actually, mostly female. I ran into Denise (the actual name of the American girl I'd been talking to earlier). She and I grabbed a couple of drinks and sat at a table with the Aussie guys. Then we were soon joined by three Aussie girls. I guess they were all going on some kind of organized tour of the islands, though they didn't all know each other.
Regardless. We're sitting there talking and Denise asks the girls how old they are. They are all 20. As is Denise. Then the four of them look over at me and say, "Oh." Because they thought we were all just going around talking about age. Then they saw grandma here. So I said, "And then there's the old lady at the table!" They laughed, but no one actually asked me my age. Now here's the thing, I've never been ashamed one way or another of my age. It is what it is. I told them I'm 32.
"32 is young! My mother's 50!"
Okay. Thanks. It's the first time I've had younger girls look at me like I'm ancient. And then try to compare me to their mother(s). It didn't make me feel old, per se, just angry. Come on girls, have some respect for your elders.
Dinner! Then I decided to scoop up my grandma ass and go out into the city to find some dinner. The Greek gentleman we'd been chatting with earlier asked if I'd been over to the Plaka area (very nearby) and gotten something to eat or drink on the stairs. No, no I hadn't. And I didn't really know what this meant. So, I just started walking in the direction he had pointed. I should mention that the reason there are stairs in this part of the city is because it abuts the hill of the Acropolis. Which is badass.
I wandered around and easily found the neighborhood. I passed one restaurant, but it seemed overly crowded, so I kept walking. Found one that was just adorable. As the tables and chairs that are actually on the stairs are different heights, they cut the legs off of the chairs. It looks silly, but it's a great experience.
Had a glass of wine, bread and spaghetti bolognese. I'd been shying away from having spaghetti, but it's been everywhere since I got here. So I gave it a shot. Delicious. The sauce/meat still had a Greek flavor to it. I think it was the perfect meal for my last night in Athens. Rounded it off with an espresso.
Cats everywhere. They were actually begging for my food. As you know, you don't feed the feral cats. But some woman at the next table put down a plate with some food still on it and the cat started licking the plate. Feral plate.
I asked for the bill from one of the available two waitstaff. About 20 minutes later I decided that he was either too busy or forgot, so I asked the woman. While I was waiting... I saw two roaches. The cats saw them too, but couldn't care less. What?! That's the only reason feral cats makes sense. I shouldn't be surprised about the roaches, but it's still gross. And I then became very aware that I was sitting very close to the ground, surrounded by food.
Paid, walked back to the hostel. Lots of people were out walking around. There was a band playing in the street with the Acropolis it up in the background.
Got back to the hostel around 10:30. And people were already asleep. Which is fine, I get it. But I took my stuff out into the hallway to repack it so as not to make noise. And once again, slept in my clothes. In case you're counting, I'm disgusting right now.
But as luck would have it, I'm a clean, quiet hotel room and am about to take a shower and change my clothes. And maybe have a nap. There's a chance that I packed in way too much activity into this trip. But hey, if I were just sitting idle, I'd want to do something.