Friday, August 31: After asking the hotel clerk for a glass of wine, I use the phone at the bar to call the Egypt Air numbers the woman from the airport gave me. There is no answer at either of the numbers. This is the first and only time I lose it. I hate being a crybaby, but here I am, crying in frustration that I can’t get any information about my luggage. There has been no word from the airline all afternoon.
Finally, the clerk, seeing I am upset, dials the number for me and he gets through! I give someone my claim number, and the kind woman tells me that they won’t know anything until tomorrow afternoon. She tells me not to worry, everything will be fine. Then the hotel clerk reassures me that the incidents of lost luggage happen ALL THE TIME!! He says I wouldn’t believe how often this happens, practically every day! Usually the airline drops off the luggage that same evening or the next morning. Since Egypt Air has assured me that the next flight from Cairo will not arrive in Athens until tomorrow, I know I have no choice but to wait. Being a very impatient person, this will be a challenge.
I take my glass of wine up to the 5th floor terrace of the hotel and sit on a wrought-iron chair and soak up the Acropolis view. It’s amazing, with the sun setting and the golden light washing over it. Several other hotel guests are up there as well. A nice couple from Wisconsin has some bread and cheese and fruit from the market, and they ask if I’d like to share in their dinner. I speak to them for a while, but I don’t want to intrude on their meal. Besides, I am determined to go out and eat some good Greek food at a restaurant.
This is such a pleasant spot, with a cool breeze and amazing ancient history right in front of me. Athens spreads out in every direction all around. It’s lovely and I adore basking in it. I linger. I sit. I absorb. I’m already in love with Greece, and I haven’t even been here a full day.