Athens, Greece: No Hard Feelings

Oh Athens! As much as I would love to write how speechless I was over the architecture, preservation of monuments, and overall beauty of the city, it is hard since our phone was stolen in the first half of the trip. Losing over half our photos, having to scramble to figure out where we were and how do we get back to the apartment, and now needing to buy a local SIM for our 2nd phone, holding onto that one with our lives. Don't bother reporting stolen property to the police. You will get nowhere. In fact, when you find a police officer on the street and ask where the nearest police station is, he most likely will have to ask somebody passing by (at least that was our experience). 

Outside of that, this trip was exhausting. Not only was the phone stolen, I was also dealing with an emergency occurring back home. Staying up all night to talk to doctors, sleeping for 1-2 hours, then walking around the city during the day trying to enjoy the few days we had left and not think about home. The hours and lack of sleep took its toll on me, but none the less, the trip was an emotional roller coaster. Feeling awe struck over the cities beauty, then being heartbroken in the evenings. I need to give the city another chance.

[Update: Everything turned out for the positive at home. Was close, but everything is okay now]