That's weird. I
just woke up in Carrboro, North Carolina. Last thing I remember I was
leaving Kea for a few days so Andrea and I could take our daughter
Amarandi, and her grandmother or as we say in Greek her Yaya (this will
save me a lot of letters as the story progresses) to Athens so they can
catch their flight back to the USA. They had tickets for August 15th,
the day of the Panagia, the celebration of the Virgin Mary, the worst
time to be on Kea because it is packed and the best time to be in Athens
because it is empty. In the last ten days I was in Kea I went swimming
twice because I did not want to lose my parking space.
So
we packed our bags, closed the house, dragged our luggage down the
mountain to the car and drove to the ferry, got off in Lavrion and drove
to the Hotel Herodion. Athens was hot but bearable and lovely at night.
We hung out at Makrianni, the neighborhood by the Acropolis museum,
that has a nice pedestrian street with cafe-bars and restaurants. We
chose two restaurants right next door to each other as our primary
feeding stations. God's Restaurant is a friendly, clean, tourist place,
family run by two young men and their father who looks like God. (Like
Santa but not fat). Next door is Arkadia, a Peloponesian restaurant
which also was very good for a tourist restaurant. On either side of the
two restaurants were cafe-bars. Next to God was Regent and they had
nice cold Paulinner Beer on tap but warm wine. Next to Arkadia though
was a cafe owned by a Nemian winery that had wine tastings as well as
breakfast and snacks and ouzo and meze. I was looking foreward to basing
myself in Makrianni while Andrea and I decided what to do with
ourselves after we had put Amarandi and Yaya on their flight home.
Amarandi
had to go back because she was due back at school in 5 days. She is a
sophomore at UNCG with her own apartment and car and very independent
so it was not like we needed to take her to school or help her buy
supplies. Yaya was going back because it was time for Yaya to go back.
She had driven Andrea stark raving mad and had nothing left to achieve
by staying in Greece. I actually had a ticket to leave as well though
only because for some idiotic reason it is cheaper to buy round trip
than one way and rather then just put an arbitrary date on my return I
made it on the same flight as Amarandi and Yaya's though I had no intention of leaving that day. The reason I only
wanted one way is because Andrea came to Greece on the return of a
roundtrip ticket because she had come to Greece in March. So if we
continued going back and forth to Greece one of us would always be flying on a return ticket while the
other was flying on the front end of the ticket meaning that we would
never be buying our tickets together and our flights would always depend
on the unused return ticket that was left over from each trip. Sooner
or later one of us would have to blow off a return ticket in order to
get back in sync. Yes I did ask about changing my ticket. The original
which was paid for with Delta Sky Miles cost about $1200. To change it
to a later date would cost $275 plus the difference in fare categories
which is really just a random designation created by the airlines to
make more money as the planes got more full. What was the difference in
fares? I would have to pay an extra $1800. Plus the $275. No wonder
people hate the airlines.
Let me take a moment to illuminate the situation and perhaps open your eyes to how blatantly the airlines screw us and how they think we are so stupid that we won't even notice. I buy a round trip ticket from Raleigh-Durham to Athens. The cost is say $1600. Common sense would tell you that if I get a one way ticket it should cost half the price. That would be $800. You are only going half the distance so it should be half the price. But instead a one way ticket costs over $2000! If you ask why it is so expensive to buy a one way ticket they just tell you to buy a round-trip ticket but that does not answer the question and that just makes it seem like they are giving you a good deal. But if they were giving you a fair deal a one-way ticket would cost half the price of a round trip ticket. Maybe they are afraid if they sell you a one-way ticket you won't come back, or you will come back whenever you want, or worse, you will come back on somebody else's airline.
So I had 2 options.
Take the flight or eat the return ticket. It was at this point that Yaya began
the drumbeat that we were irresponsible parents because we were not
coming back with our daughter. I point out that Amarandi does not want
us to come back because she would rather have the house to herself and
even if we came back we would never see her since when she was not
sleeping she would be out with her friends. (I was not making this up to justify my position.
This is what Amarandi herself said). But Yaya kept pushing and the more
she pushed the more guilty Andrea felt until finally we had a pow-wow to
discuss our options.
There were many things
we could have done. We could have stayed in Athens for another week. The
hotel was great and I loved the neighborhood and we had plenty of
friends who had stayed in Athens for August. Plus we had the car and the
streets were empty and in half an hour we could be at a nice beach. Or
we could just get in the car and drive north to Corfu and visit our
friends George and Loula on her island. Or go to Crete or back to Lesvos
or back to Kea, or drive to Slovenia and visit my friend Darko at his
winery and then drive to Paris and maybe to Normandy and then go to
breweries in Belgium.
Or we could just go back
to Carrboro. We could send Amarandi off to school. Take care of the few
responsibilities we have. And then embark upon our next adventure
whatever that may be. Because really, how many beautiful sunsets on the
Aegean can you watch? How many days of swimming in crystal clear
turquoise water can a person stand? How many evenings of good wine, food
and conversation with wonderful friends can you take? What's so great
about Paris or Trappist breweries? What difference does it make if you
don't visit every island in Greece? I mean aren't they all the same?
Especially when compared to the multidimensional complexities of
Carrboro, North Carolina.
I guess you see
where I am going here. Yaya won. We decided to fly back to the USA at least for a
couple weeks. To be honest we were a little burned out. Think about your
last trip to Greece and how full of fun and meaning your days and
nights were and how long were you there for? Ten days? Two weeks? We had
been in Greece for three months. We went out every night eating,
drinking for three months straight. You need a break from fun every once
in awhile. Of course our life is no different in Carrboro but that is
besides the point.
Well actually the final
argument for going home for me, (and this with the knowledge that Andrea
would have gone along with whatever I decided as I would have gone along
with whatever she decided and that the reason is because neither of us
wants to be the decider), was that it really did not matter so why not
just go home. Next year or the year after Anarandi will probably be more
detached from us than she is now. Why not play the part as family one
more year and leave Greece all together? It may be the last time. And anyway
since Andrea needs to buy a round trip ticket because it is cheaper
than one way we can turn around and come right back if we want.
Maybe
the reason one way is more expensive than round trip is because it
keeps people traveling. If I buy a one way ticket from Athens to RDU it
will cost about $2200. A round trip ticket will cost about $1600. If
Andrea throws away her return then the airline made $1600 and has an
extra seat which they make another $800. But if she uses the ticket she
will need another ticket home and I will need a ticket too! So how is it
possible the airlines are in financial trouble? They have created an army of
ticket slaves, couples traveling against their will just to use the
second part of an unneeded return ticket, their mates stuck in the same
trap.
I spent 6 hours on line at the hotel
using Kayak, Edreams and Cheapoflights to find a decent ticket for
Andrea to fly home. There were some good prices. She could fly R/T on
American for $1201, the only inconvenience being an 18 hour layover in
Heathrow. She would get home in time to wave goodby to Amarandi as she
drove off to college. Other flights were in the $1500 and up range with
many stops or long layovers but finally I found a flight through Paris
and NY which would have put her on our flight from NY to Raleigh. But
when I tried to book it there was a problem with my credit card. The
problem was that American Express would not OK a charge for a flight
leaving the next morning for a person who was not the holder of the
card. Understandable but since nobody had told me that, I have filled the
form out four times and each time the price of the flight has gone up
and after the fourth the flight was gone. Luckily I found it on
Cheapoair and this time I get a message that I need to use the card of
the person flying which I do. But now I am getting emails from American
Express fraud division telling me they suspect someone is trying to
fraudulently use my card and I need to call this phone number which is in the
USA and the phone goes beep-beep-beep before I get to the next to last
digit. But Andrea's visa works so to hell with AMEX and after getting a
confirmation number we go to sleep feeling like we have achieved
something even though now Yaya has changed her tune saying it is a bad
idea for us to come back to the USA because I will blame Andrea and
torture her for ruining my three month holiday.
So
the next morning Andrea takes a taxi to the airport at 6am only to
discover that the charge had been denied and the ticket canceled. The
woman at the Air France ticket counter is doing whatever she can. I
check my e-mails and see she is confirmed and then I go to a section called flight status
and it says the same. So I go to the Cheapoflights support and chat with
an agent who tells me VISA would not authorize the charges and they had
been calling my house in America for the last several hours. Ok. It was
not Cheapo's fault, except for the confirmation e-mail, and they did
try to contact me. While waiting for my turn to chat with a rep I
had discovered Delta had seats on the flight Amarandi, Yaya and I would be on so I told Andrea to book it
on her iPad. Unfortunately she could not get a signal from any of the wireless zones at the airport and finally had
to book at the Delta counter which cost 1900 euros instead of the $1600
on Kayak.
Anyway it worked out and Andrea was
very happy when we showed up at the airport and we boarded our flight
and left Greece with little fanfare. (Most of my friends think I am
still there). It was a lovely flight too. Andrea gave me a Klonapin and I
slept for 6 hours and had time for 2 movies before we landed in NY.
This is where traveling with Yaya really paid off:
Because
we had ordered a wheelchair for her we all got to take shortcuts
through the airport and avoid all the lines. I highly recommend
traveling with at least one person in a wheelchair either someone very
old or I guess someone physically disabled would work as well. I assume
you can't just order a wheelchair if you are perfectly healthy or else everyone would do it. I mean
why walk when you can have someone from the airport wheel you around and
take you to the front of the lines? Probably the idea of traveling with
your mother or grandmother or any old person is not that appealing. But
once you get to JFK you will be glad you did. One Greek guy did not
like the fact that all of us got to follow Yaya's wheelchair to the
front of the line at security and started complaining and tried to block
Andrea. "Get out of the way" she told him. "If you don't like it get
your own old person."
So we had an easy
transatlantic flight and were whisked through the airport in Yaya's
wake. So far so good. But we knew that the Delta flight from JFK to RDU
is always delayed or canceled so we were prepared when we looked at the
departure board and saw it was delayed one hour, then two and then
three. But we spent the time catching up on all the food we had missed
in Greece. Nachos. Burgers. Quesadilla. Guacamole. And good beer. We
boarded the plane, one of those small jets with about 15 rows of seats,
and by this time I was so exhausted and uncomfortable I swore I would
never fly anywhere again. We arrived home at midnight but by this time
we had been traveling so long that we all hated each other and we went
to bed without even saying goodnight.
The next
morning I had no idea where I was and by the time I figured it out and
remembered how I got here I had come to the conclusion that I have no
idea of what I am doing about 90% of the time. Why was I here
and not in Corfu or Crete or Paris? What evil spirit had inhabited my
body long enough to book Andrea's flight and put me on a plane and fly
me all the way to North Carolina without me realizing it? And how was I
going to get back?
I am still wondering about
that but to be honest with you, the next few nights we went out and ate
some good non-Greek food and drank some Belgian beers that were a far
cry from Mythos and Fix and Amstel, and we renewed our love affair with
Andrea's Nespresso machine and at the moment life seems pretty good.
Sure I am a little concerned that an alien being is inhabiting my body
and making decisions for me and bringing me thousands of miles and then
he leaves and I am the one who has to deal with the consequences. But
doesn't this happen to everybody? This is normal isn't it?
Oh
by the way. Remember how we came back to be supportive of Amarandi?
Between the time we came home from the airport to the moment we waved
goodbye as she drove off to college I saw her for 5 minutes. But it was a
pleasant 5 minutes and well worth the trouble. I guess. That's the
thing about being a family. You know how things are going to work out
because you have been in every situation. I even said to Yaya when she
was trying to manipulate us into leaving that Amarandi would spend 5
minutes with us and sure enough I was right. Maybe I created my own reality. And yet we came back
anyway. Probably 20 or 30 years from now Amarandi will remember how we
chose to come home with her instead of staying in Greece and she will
appreciate it. It's a small gesture I realize but its the little things
that we remember. What parent wouldn't spend six hours on line and then
travel for fifteen hours to spend 5 minutes with their daughter? And
there were other benefits as well. It rained yesterday. I had not seen
rain in 3 months and probably would not have seen it for another month
in Greece. So there is that. Oh and we get to bury our cat. He died
while we were in Greece and our friend who was keeping him had him
cremated and will bring us the urn any day. So I guess it was all for
the best. Sometimes you think you are doing something for one reason and
it turns out that you actually did it for another. Then again sometimes
you do something for one reason and you discover you were wrong and
there was no reason to do what you did but now you are stuck with the
results. I think we are somewhere between the two. We didn't have a good
reason to come back but we had plenty of excuses. So I guess we came
back because we wanted to.