Day 77: Athena is Hot

One of the first things to get crossed off any around-the-world adventure packing list is a guide book. They are big. And heavy. And thigs like make up are arguably more important.

As we have commented on before, this means that we often have no idea what we're doing in a particular city. In Athens, for example, we gained both our only map to the city and our entire itinerary of what to do from this guy who would not stop talking on the plane. And by "map" I mean squares drawn on the Alitalia lunch box and by "itinerary" I mean list of things including "Acropolis" and "Tavern." And I should also make it clear that by "not stop talking" I mean that he went into a long rant about how California does not allow swimming and has bad food that still has Claire seething.

But moving on.

So, in an effort to check something off our list, we went to the Acropolis. But due to the aforementioned lack of guidebook, we didn't really know what were seeing. This is hard for two well-educated girls to admit, but we wandered around for a good hour or so guessing if these big ruined buildings were political or religious in nature. If we ever do get on the absolutely amazing show the Amazing Race (wish us luck!), we feel this is one of those moments that they will highlight to show the whole world that impressive college degrees don't actually matter a lot of the time. Kind of like they did to Adam on the Real World Paris--the horror.

We felt particularly lame when we discovered that the whole thing was not at all political, and that these large and gorgeous and impressive temples had been built for a chick. Our feminist selves are still cowering a little...