American Roadblocks

Oops, I napped frmo 8pm to....nope, I don't know what time it is, but I have a suspicion it's like, 2 in the morning? 3? I don't know, but everyone else is asleep and I'm wide awake, so I'm just cruisin' the net, chuknow? Oh Godddd, I'm hungry too. I'd go out for a little snacky, but I don't know if I'd be killed on the streets of Athens and left to be feasted upon by the of stray dogs that hang out here. Seriously though, they just lay on the sidewalk and look dead.

In a similar fashion, I feel that we (my group) clog up the sidewalk in much the same way as these poor lil babies, though we're not laying in the gutters. I just get this feeling that wherever we go, we're in the way. Maybe it's the fact that there's six of us and we don't really know where we're going, but we are constantly being looked at, yelled at, or physically moved aside by angry Greeks. And while I would like to think I look a little more Euro than some, because I'm wearing skinny jeans and not a UW sweatshirt and flip-flops (booooo), we all stick out like sore thumbs and it's very strange. I think, too, that we beat the tourist season, because I feel like we're the only Americans in ALL of Athens. That's right....get us a trophy up in here.