TAXIIIIIIII!!!!

Here is a list of things I've learned about traffic in Greece:

1) There are no lanes. Cars kind of bob and weave wherever there seems to be an opening. Video game style.

2) Motos go wherever they damn well please. I half expect them to sprout wings.

3) Stop signs, red lights, and any markings on the road are merely suggestions and under no circumstances are they necessary to comply with. If a baby, a kitten, an old woman, and the Pope were crossing the street all at the same time, I'm pretty sure the driver would just shift into fifth gear.

4) Anything can become a parking lot if you set your mind to it! Believe in yourself!

Greeks make Italians look like safe drivers, and Athens makes Boston look like a place you should take your 15 year old for easy driving practice.

Got the bags, by the way. The airport shuffled my companions and me around a bit until I finally managed to get the instruction to "go through the big opening. You will see a black phone. Pick up the black phone. Do not say anything. Someone will open the door." Apparently you need to be a spy to retrieve lost luggage. By the grace of God, my bags were there, and my kind friends helped me haul them back to flat. Yeah, fine, next time I'll bring bags with wheels. Sheesh.