Ty My Adventure in Greece My first experience in Greece was quite an adventure. There were many things that went wrong, and also things that went well. When I first found out I was going to Greece, I was so excited. This would be my first time. Also, I have heard of it so much because my family is from there. I was also nervous; this would be my first time going to a country that was so…different. … The flight was very late at night. The first part of it was flying into London Heathrow Airport. The flight from Logan to Heathrow took about 7 hours (give or take). The flight went great, except for the airline food. I could not remember what they served, but I am certain that I did not like it. When we had finally arrived in London, it was still nighttime because of the time difference. I could already tell that this was going to be a long trip; I would not be able to sleep again. … By the time that we got into Greece it was morning again. All of the time differences were really throwing me off. There was one more flight left to get to where we wanted. There was a one-‐hour layover there. It was not a lot of time. We only had about fifteen minutes left until the flight left by the time we got to the gate. The boarding had already started. That crushed my hopes of eating breakfast. I was starving, I had only had a tiny, awful meal at night and they were not going to serve food on the airport because the flight was so short. While we were going through security, we encountered one small issue; my grandmother had gotten a gift for one of my uncles in Greece. She took it out of the package
so it would fit in her carry-‐on, so she didn’t have to hold it everywhere she went. Even though nobody told us that we couldn’t take it out of the package, the security had a problem with it. The security in London had not said anything about it. As I’m walking to the exit with my mom, we both hear my grandmother arguing in Greek with the security people. This was annoying because we could’ve missed our flight and embarrassing because everybody was looking at us. She asked to talk to the supervisor and they would not let her. We were so confused and shocked that the security would do this. After hearing arguing, the supervisor finally came out. We were waiting for my grandmother, so we did not board yet. As they are arguing, I keep on hearing, “FINAL CALL FOR BOARDING” comes on three times over the PA system. This was not good, if we waited a minute longer, we were going to miss our flight. The supervisor ended up letting my grandmother keep the gift and also yelled at the two other security guards. Even though we almost missed our flight, we could not possibly get mad with my grandmother; she had paid a lot of money for the gift. … At last, we had finally gotten where we needed to go. It was not over yet. We spent another out in the airport getting the rental car. Also, this was the nearest airport to our destination that was TWO hours away. It was 100ºF at that point; the A/C in the car was not helping at all. Through all of that my tooth had gotten loose, and I could barely eat, even though I was starving because it hurt too much. With this combination of things, I felt like I was dying. … For the next couple of days, everything was going great; there was nothing to complain about. All of my family was there, including my cousins that are only a year younger than
me. We went to a carnival on the first day. This was very fun, they had the same things there that we have here. Everyday after that started out with a bike ride around town and sitting on the beach. This was a great feeling just getting to relax for a couple of weeks. Some of my other cousins that live in Greece were around the city that we were staying in. I understood Greek, but could not speak it very well. They understood English, but they could not speak it very well. There was not that much of a language barrier. Most of our conversations consisted of me saying something in English and them replying in Greek. It was not ideal but it worked out. With everything going peacefully and incident free, something was bound to go wrong. When I turned on the TV in my hotel room the next morning there was a big, bold headline; “GAS TRUCK DRIVERS GO ON STRIKE”. Many pictures were soon to follow of cars in huge lines waiting to get gas and also many that were out of gas. “How could this happen”, I said to myself. We had a flight the next morning. With one-‐quarter of the gas tank full this was not promising. We had another two hour drive ahead of us. That would only be enough to go one-‐and-‐a-‐half hours. I could barely sleep thinking about all the possible outcomes of this. … The next morning we woke up early to enjoy the beach for one last time before we left. There was a gas station; this was unbelievable. It only took thirty minutes to get through the line. We were on our way to the airport and ready for another long flight back to the U.S. This consisted of two stops: one in Athens, and one in London. … The flight to Athens only took a few hours. It was not bad. We had went through security and found this great place with a ton of massage chairs. I decided to go and sit down. Five
minutes later, I saw red lights flashing, armed guards running, and people getting scared and trying to leave. I tried to piece it together. Could the inevitable happen to me? I went up to one of the armed guards and calmly asked what was going on. He hesitated for a moment; “there is a bomb threat in this terminal”, he said quietly so nobody else could hear. At that point I was scared, what would happen if this thing went off. This was the worst situation I had ever experienced; I had seen so many things on TV about this but never thought about it happening to me. After twenty minutes went by, everybody found out that the bomb threat was just a “threat” and a necessary precaution. I was on my way btack to Boston, unharmed.