Well, today was leaving day.
The taxi came for me at 6 a.m. for the long trek to Belfast. Since the restaurants weren’t going to open
until around 7:30 a.m., I was panicking what to do for breakfast. I called the front desk and asked if they
knew any places that were open this early.
Conner, the guy manning the front desk, said that there weren’t, but he
would go and see what he could find in the kitchen for me. He showed up at my door ten minutes later
holding a tray with toast, cereal, orange juice, and hot tea. He apologized that he couldn’t find me
something more. I was thanking him
profusely for this heavenly morsel!
The flight from Belfast to London was uneventful; nothing
exciting to report. The flight from
London to Athens was a completely different story. I sat next to a Greek woman named
Evagelia. She was from Athens and was
traveling home after a work stint in Glasgow.
We ended up talking the entire flight about my experiences in Greece,
her work as a psychologist, the things I liked most about my job, her family,
my family, and why people act the way they do.
We were so pleasantly entertained that we didn’t even notice that over
three hours had passed and we were about to land.
I am not normally like that with people, but she was very
easy to talk to. My wife says that’s
because she’s a psychologist. There
could be something to that, but it also might just be another step in my
adventure education…trying new things!
After my wife and Georgios picked me up from the airport,
I spent a relaxing evening eating and talking to my in-laws.
