The Big Sleep

Well, after 18 hours of sleep, 3 hours of hoofing around the city, and ten minutes on the phone with Los Angeles trying to find out where the devil College Year in Athens is located, I made it. Another gorgeous day, especially after finding this place.

I ate food for the first time in thirty something hours and it was good. I still haven't found a place that could sell me a gyro, surprisingly. I hope that's not a myth created by Greek ex-pats who came up with a sweet recipe in the New Country and wanted to sell it to the local yokels as Hellenic ethnic food.

The CYA building is utterly unremarkable from the outside and is impossible to locate on your own, utterly impossible. Inside, it's trim and well-furnished, looking appropriately edgy and hip. I'm actually using their computers right now. I'm sure the academic end of this semester will hold up quite nicely.

The Hotel Metropolis treated me well, but the Cathedrals bells weren't as nice. I had a series of increasingly bizarre dreams that were punctuated, every quarter hour, by the damnable bells.

Right then, I'm off to make travel arrangements and have adventures. I'll try to keep such mundane entries as these to a minimum. Look for more cerebral (and probably soporific) generalizations on life and the Greek place in it in the future.