However, the trip was not all fly and no fun. I discovered the other side of Charles de Gaulle, the side unknown to many an American. It's quite impressive and much more inviting than the air-condition-less corridors of the international arrivals terminal . And I met a very nice Greek lady, all by coincidence and good timing, who lent me her office phone to call to Santorini (to let them know of our late arrival of course.)
The flight from Paris to Athens was uneventful, unlike our wait in the airport in Athens where we happened to witness a lovers' brawl. It was all in Greek, naturally, but from what we deduced ( sign language, expressions, objects), a lady had passed through security with creams and liquids (and as we all SHOULD know, that is a no-no) and she was told she had to throw away the creams, and somehow her husband got involved in the mini altercation and before you know it they were fighting each other. And then, I think her husband offered to go back and put the creams in their luggage, but she gave him "the look", snatched the bottles of cream from his hand and threw them into the trash while cursing the people working in security. They kept on fighting as he shoved her toward their gate. As soon as they were gone, I broke into conspicuous laughter.
But the drama did not end there. Somehow, the flight to Santorini had been delayed by 20 minutes, and that was fine because, well it's just 20 minutes. But 20 minutes turned into 2 long hours of uncertainty. Would we have to stay in Athens? ......
No! Technical difficulties were solved and we all boarded, departed, and arrived safe and sound. Now I am here, exhausted but in good spirits for what is a trip without some adventure?
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