I'm going through my album of pictures and I remember this one in Athens, Greece - Nikki and I wearing our version of a grecian dress. 
This is my white lady dress, I figured it would be good to wear with the Parthenon in the background.
We pranced around the city both of us in this attire, thinking this to be an interpretation of their national costume. There were some stares but given that this was the last leg of our adventure, we were pretty much anesthetized by any form of embarassment or self-consciousness. We were in Greece after all, we have hundreds of century-old ruins behind us, the least we could do is wear the part!
The above picture is one of my favorites. It's the Porch of Caryatids (part of the Erechtheion temple at Acropolis) - these are women statues carrying the roof with their heads. Those are fake ones actually - the government decided to preserve the real ones and placed them at the Athens museum to protect it from falling apart. It's so magnificent and grand. I was more impressed with this temple than the Parthenon, it merited a Princess Diana pose reminscent of the hilariously same pose I almost did with the Taj Mahal behind me.
I remember how hot the weather was, and how we hiked to the top of Acropolis at a very scorching heat and came back down, passing by different ruins - quite amazed actually with the Temple of Hephaestus --, amazed to be so close and immersed in one of the oldest cities in the world, here with these ruins that gave birth to democracy, philosophy and some of the greatest literature of our time. I remember us getting dis-oriented on the way down and almost getting lost, getting shouted in Greek for sitting at marble stones (we really didn't know the stones were part of the preserved ruins), and getting a shade darker after the hike.
I remember our friend Marios (our customer in IT, love my job) who called his dad early in the morning for an emergency fix at his house and having to explain why he has two girls sleeping at his bachelor pad. I remember us teaching these new found friends some Tagalog and forcing them to speak it and have some mini-movie about it.
I remember our conversations in the car, how we teased Marios to marry Elena, his girlfriend, him telling us we're invited at his wedding and at that moment we believed we will still see each other again. One of my favorite pictures below - it was sunset, we're waiting for one of Marios' friend and also our customer, Francisco to meet us, we're at the Athens Olympic Complex (birthplace of the Olympics!), dancing around the sexiest arches I've ever seen. It was like walking under the curved shell of a turtle.
Good times. I probably will post the Santorini pictures by...year 2014.















