@brittarnhild
The way home from Athens turned out to be a long one.
I was not feeling well on Sunday, but we decided to go home Monday anyway.
Probably not the wisest idea.
Anyway, plane delays and my health meant an extra night in Copenhagen, at an airport hotel.
But we are safe back home now, and I am recovering fine.
And OMG! We have so many great memories from our first visit to Greece.
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@brittarnhild
The day started with breakfast on the roof terrace of our hotel. Bread, juice, yoghurt, tea, coffee, maps and guidebooks. Plans for a Saturday in Athens were made.
Not much later we were out walking. The plans we had made meant quite a lot of walking!
First stop was the meat and fish market,
where house wives and restaurant owners were busy buying what they needed for the day.
An almost sickening smell of meat and blood and a noise I´ve heard in no other market, with the sellers shouting out about what they had for sale.
From the market we continued to the National Archaeological Museum, which of course is a must when you are in a city like Athens. I fell for the small terracotta figurines from Myrina and Tanagra (photos on my facebook page), all from a time when the Norwegians were still struggling in the Iron Age.
We had lunch at the restaurant outside the museum, lunch without cake, but you can always dream, and window shop :-)
After lunch and a little rest, we were fit for more walking, morte steps, more thousands of steps. And with the help of a funicular (the very last part) we soon found ourselves on top of Mount Lycabettus, with a view of Athens which I could never imagine.
Now we are back on the roof terrace of Jason Inn Hotel,
and soon it is time for dinner :-)
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@brittarnhild
Greece is a lot of blue and white.
I posted a few blue and white photos on facebook today, with some words connected to the colours of the flag of Greece.
My friend in San Fransisco reacted and wrote:
The Bavarian Colours... King Ludwig I (Wittlesbach) named his brother Otto as King of Greece..he brought along the colours of his homeland along...and they still remain! 
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Thank you Lilac.
I always love to learn something new :-)
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@brittarnhild
Acropolis, where men (and women) have been walking and talking for thousands of years.
All the Athenians and the foreigners who lived there spent their time doing nothing but talking about and listening to the latest ideas. Acts 17
Doing nothing but talking and listening?
Well, talking and listening is not to make a place like Acropolis.
Work had to be done then,
work has to be done now.
By women. By men.
Can you imagine doing this heavy work for millenniums?
Holding up a whole roof.
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Paul said more than the quote above when he visited Athens and helde his Areopagos speech. A lot more. We sat down on the Areopagos Hill and read the whole Act 17.
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@brittarnhild
We are in Athens, Greece, for our autumn break. Arrived late this afternoon, just as darkness fell. Had dinner up on the roof terrace of our hotel and after we had eaten moussaka, Terje sent this snap to family and friends:
"Typical style! Moussaka done, today´s memories written down and plans for tomorrow are made"
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More from our Athen week in my Norwegian journal blog.
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