Phone stores closed on Sunday? Can’t buy a SIM? I don’t need it. I have a perfectly fine sense of direction. I won’t get lost….
Started easy enough. Clear blue skies.

Watched Creed II with dinner.

Then tried to sleep. I went back over some of my previous Day 1 posts on here. There’s a theme: sleeping on long-haul flights isn’t great. I proved that once again. This time, whenever I dozed off, we hit bumps. Nothing scary, but enough to wake me up. I may have gotten three hours of sleep on the nine hour flight. Hopefully that means I’ll sleep well tonight.
The other thing I’ve learned from these flights. I smell bad and feel gross at the end of them. I’d always seen signs for showers in airport lounges, but never explored. Until this time. What a wonderful thing it is to take a shower after a long flight! I was definitely tired though. I had to ask the attendant where the shower was. When I walked in, all I saw was a tub.

Had I just looked to my right I would’ve seen it. She laughed. I’m sure I’m not the first plane-zombie to get confused like that.

Then four hours in the Frankfurt Airport until my next flight. Three more hours in the air (that I spent mostly sleeping) and then *poof* Greece!

All the important signs include english.

Got settled in my Aribnb. The host is great! He drove me from the airport, and we chatted about all sorts of things. He really wanted to understand the Electoral Collage. I don’t know how to make it make sense.

Then my goal was to do a little walk around the immediate neighborhood. Maybe pick up a bottle of water. Nothing crazy. I really want to try to sleep. Instead I just kept walking until…

The way back was tougher. Since I don’t have a SIM yet I couldn’t really use Google Maps. I mean I can but it’s pricey and after all: how hard could it be to find my way back to an Airbnb I’ve only seen once in a new city with street signs in a foreign language as it gets dark with streets that don’t know what a right angle is?
Um. Kinda difficult actually.
I eventually found my way back. Fingers crossed this means I’ll be exhausted enough to sleep on a local time schedule.