Marissa and I are finally in Athens! The past 48 hours are a blur since most of it was spent on some type of mode of transportation.
First, sorry no pictures this round. They will be posted as soon as I get to another computer!
Riding deck on the ferry was everything we expected it to be plus an extra helping of awkward. The awkward part was that we had no idea where we were supposed to sleep, and we were super exhausted from our overnight bus to Bari that we were ready to hit the hay at 10pm (not a normal time for mediterranean cruise-goers, apparently). Marissa and I were all about sleeping outside, but no one was setting up camp on the deck and the wind was bound to take some of our stuff while we slept. So with no hope of following someone else's lead, we swallowed our pride and asked the reception desk where we could sleep. They said we could sneak an "airplane seat" if there were any extras. Surprise! We found two empty seats and went to bed as soon as possible so that no one could ask us to move. (Some Australian tourists were keeping creepin in, we could tell.) We slept 11 hours.
Anywho, the view from the deck was absolutely beautiful in the morning as we approached Patras. Marissa and I bought our tickets for a 1pm bus to Athens which would be perfect for making it to 6pm Mass in Athens (the bus ride was about 3-4 hours).
Here is where the miracle comes in.
After the bus began to leave the port, the bus drive pulled over and said he wanted to wait for the next ferry and leave at 3pm. When he said this, I knew we would not get in to Athens in time for mass. Before I could panic, though, all I could think to do was to pray the rosary. So we prayed and all I could think to say was, "Mary, please bring us to your Son," and by the second decade, he somehow changed his mind and got back on the road immediately! We then made it to Athens by 5:30pm and by 6pm found the Catheral after getting lost a bit. Moreover, the mass didn't start until 7pm, so Mary even gave us extra time to spend with her Son! All of this was definitely out of my control and was all her work.
AND when mass started, I had to make sure I was still in Greece because there were so many Filipinos! Who knew there were so many Filipinos in Athens? Since this was the 1 English mass they do, the Church was pretty much all Filipinos and tourists. Really cool! Thought you would appreciate that, Tita!
Tomorrow begins our exploration of Athens!
First, sorry no pictures this round. They will be posted as soon as I get to another computer!
Riding deck on the ferry was everything we expected it to be plus an extra helping of awkward. The awkward part was that we had no idea where we were supposed to sleep, and we were super exhausted from our overnight bus to Bari that we were ready to hit the hay at 10pm (not a normal time for mediterranean cruise-goers, apparently). Marissa and I were all about sleeping outside, but no one was setting up camp on the deck and the wind was bound to take some of our stuff while we slept. So with no hope of following someone else's lead, we swallowed our pride and asked the reception desk where we could sleep. They said we could sneak an "airplane seat" if there were any extras. Surprise! We found two empty seats and went to bed as soon as possible so that no one could ask us to move. (Some Australian tourists were keeping creepin in, we could tell.) We slept 11 hours.
Anywho, the view from the deck was absolutely beautiful in the morning as we approached Patras. Marissa and I bought our tickets for a 1pm bus to Athens which would be perfect for making it to 6pm Mass in Athens (the bus ride was about 3-4 hours).
Here is where the miracle comes in.
After the bus began to leave the port, the bus drive pulled over and said he wanted to wait for the next ferry and leave at 3pm. When he said this, I knew we would not get in to Athens in time for mass. Before I could panic, though, all I could think to do was to pray the rosary. So we prayed and all I could think to say was, "Mary, please bring us to your Son," and by the second decade, he somehow changed his mind and got back on the road immediately! We then made it to Athens by 5:30pm and by 6pm found the Catheral after getting lost a bit. Moreover, the mass didn't start until 7pm, so Mary even gave us extra time to spend with her Son! All of this was definitely out of my control and was all her work.
AND when mass started, I had to make sure I was still in Greece because there were so many Filipinos! Who knew there were so many Filipinos in Athens? Since this was the 1 English mass they do, the Church was pretty much all Filipinos and tourists. Really cool! Thought you would appreciate that, Tita!
Tomorrow begins our exploration of Athens!
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