Alright, something that will certainly take some time to get used to is the fact that in Greece, one does not flush toilet paper down the toilet. No folks, that stuff goes right into the garbage can placed conveniently near your feet. Of course, the whole paper-to-toilet action is something of a reflex, and accidentally put it in the toilet once. On the risk of flooding the whole hostel, I flushed anyways, and it was fine. It makes me wonder if even in really nice hotels etc. this is the way, or if they try to up their standards in more elite establishments. Either way, it was the same in the airport and a cafe we went to tonight.
So today we ventured out by means of the Metro, which is suprisingly easy to navigate, into the city center, called the plaka. We wandered around, the Acropolis in full view above us the whole time, and found a flea market. This place was huge, basically covering a really wide network of alleys, with all sorts of things for sale. One item I noticed above all others was the dream-catcher! Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm under the impression that the dream-catcher is a North American Native Indian art...either way, I saw more beautiful dream-catchers here in Athens that I've ever seen in the U.S. I decided to not buy any of the cheap stuff from teh flea market and save my money for the rest of the trip, though goodness knows I may have to pick up a dream-catcher on the way out of here.
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That is so sick!!!! But great about the dreamcatchers! oh Steph, I am so jealous... I miss the days of tromping through Europe without a care in the world! Live it up!
Do they hold up to the rigorous standard of the dreamcatchers that were in the bushes at 5215 that those homeless dudes made?
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