I see Turkey outside my window.
Twenty-four hours ago, I saw the roads of Pangrati from my apartment window, now I can see the coast line of Turkey. Two weeks ago to this exact day I saw Athens for the very first time. Last Saturday, we took a day trip to Corfu and today the adventure in Rhodes starts. The airport has seen us on a weekly basis, but after a short plane ride, we arrived at the Island of Rhodes. A few rain sprinkles welcome us as we load the bus. I stand outside on my balcony and see the Aegean Sea, with a few brave souls bobbing up and down in the water on this overcast day.
It was a bittersweet moment saying goodbye to the Eratosthenous apartments. Athens has been my home for the past two weeks, but it seems as if I had lived there for months. The streets became familiar and the women at the bakery
recognize me. The Acropolis and museums became places I have visited and can cross off my “to do” list. As I fall asleep at night, I listened to the cars honking and the stray dogs barking. Now I sit in my room listening to the roar of the water. Our little kitchen housed a few home cooked meals. Pasta was made on occasions to save money and have a low key dinner. Now we have a five course dinner inside the Mediterranean Hotel.
Once our belongings were in the room and we had oohed and awed over the view, we set off on a quest to find lunch. The city is vacant compared to the bustling town of Athe
ns. In the summer, Rhodes is full of tourists, the shops are alive and restaurants are in full swing. Currently there are only two hotels open in Rhodes and the rest are waiting for the tourist season to start. As the group walks to find lunch, I see school children dressed in school uniforms and a few locals roaming the streets, but for the most part, the streets are sparsely populated and the cars come by the handful. Pangrati was always buzzing with Greek people young and old and traffic that could outdo New York.
I look outside and watch the sailboat drift by and know that Rhodes will be an amazing week.
Twenty-four hours ago, I saw the roads of Pangrati from my apartment window, now I can see the coast line of Turkey. Two weeks ago to this exact day I saw Athens for the very first time. Last Saturday, we took a day trip to Corfu and today the adventure in Rhodes starts. The airport has seen us on a weekly basis, but after a short plane ride, we arrived at the Island of Rhodes. A few rain sprinkles welcome us as we load the bus. I stand outside on my balcony and see the Aegean Sea, with a few brave souls bobbing up and down in the water on this overcast day.
It was a bittersweet moment saying goodbye to the Eratosthenous apartments. Athens has been my home for the past two weeks, but it seems as if I had lived there for months. The streets became familiar and the women at the bakery
recognize me. The Acropolis and museums became places I have visited and can cross off my “to do” list. As I fall asleep at night, I listened to the cars honking and the stray dogs barking. Now I sit in my room listening to the roar of the water. Our little kitchen housed a few home cooked meals. Pasta was made on occasions to save money and have a low key dinner. Now we have a five course dinner inside the Mediterranean Hotel.Once our belongings were in the room and we had oohed and awed over the view, we set off on a quest to find lunch. The city is vacant compared to the bustling town of Athe
ns. In the summer, Rhodes is full of tourists, the shops are alive and restaurants are in full swing. Currently there are only two hotels open in Rhodes and the rest are waiting for the tourist season to start. As the group walks to find lunch, I see school children dressed in school uniforms and a few locals roaming the streets, but for the most part, the streets are sparsely populated and the cars come by the handful. Pangrati was always buzzing with Greek people young and old and traffic that could outdo New York.I look outside and watch the sailboat drift by and know that Rhodes will be an amazing week.
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