The other lot did not arrive till after I came back from the park with Ermioni, and the atmosphere between Yannis and the Ya-Ya was so thick you could cut it with a knife! That night Ascala also came back looking fresh and rested. She actually worked too hard! But I was happy as the next day was Monday, when I had a half-day off, and Tuesday of course I had a full day all to myself. Most of the nannies were still away with their employers, so Katrien and me decided to climb the Filopapou Hill from where you could see the whole of Athens, and have a lovely view of the Acropolis, and we also wanted to see the huge monument on the top. We had to change busses a few times, as we kept on taking the wrong ones, but after deciding to just walk to the foot of the hill from Plaka, we finally arrived. We were already a bitty tired, as it was warm and the road we took quite steep, and to crown it all, my new socks kept creeping down into my shoes, and I got so irritated I took it of and chucked it in the nearest trash bin! The small road leading to the top was steep, and our legs took some battering, and on top of all that, Katrien's bladder was giving a bit of trouble. So after every few minutes we had to stop, and while Katrien made a pee behind a bush, I had to keep watch. I must have looked like a bally streetwoman on the prowl as quite a few old men tried to pick me up, but I stared so fiercely at them, that they gave up and left me alone! The hardier ones I sent on their way by giving them the 'finger', a sign one of the nannies told me to use in case of this kind of situation, and she was right, it sent them on their way in great rage, and me smiling victoriously! It was worth all the effort, as the view over Athens from the top was just awesome, and so was the huge monument, forgot what it was called! It was quite late when we left, as we first watched the most glorious sunset over the Acropolis!
The going down was not easy, as you had to sort of brake all the time, and at one stage our legs were so lame that we had to lie down and rest. It felt like pieces of jelly hanging from my hips! Then we went to Pattision, where we had a nice meal, and drank Heineken biera, and as we still felt a bit washed out after what felt to me like conquering Kilomanjaro, we bought a lot of very sweet and syrupy cakes and tartlets, and sat in one of the beautiful parks and had a feast! Then we felt so bally sick that we had to look for something to get rid of the nausea, and then we decided to call it a day, go home, and sleep it off!
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It was a lovely day, and the next morning I was up early and ready for Nikos! The time with his parents did not leave him in a good space, as they so pamper him, and cater for his every wish, and then when he is again spoiled to the point of them not able to handle him, off they go to Paris, and leave him to the devices of the nanny! But I am not easily cowered by a five year old, and when he screamed that he was not going to the park with me and Ermioni, I waved him goodbye and started to get into the lift. Did such a little Greek have a fright! Within a second or two he was in the lift! It was a lovely day, the yellow sun shining down warmly, inspiring the cicadas in the cyprus trees lining the street to give their ultimate, deafening one's ears, while the smell of the cyprusses tickled one's nose! I was in a good place at the moment, the climb up the Filopapou having blown away most of the cobwebs, and, best of all.....The Ya-Ya went home! My empty nest felt indeed far removed from my present situation, and I was contemplating whether to phone Paolo or not, as I am very scared of holiday romances!
The other lot did not arrive till after I came back from the park with Ermioni, and the atmosphere between Yannis and the Ya-Ya was so thick you could cut it with a knife! That night Ascala also came back looking fresh and rested. She actually worked too hard! But I was happy as the next day was Monday, when I had a half-day off, and Tuesday of course I had a full day all to myself. Most of the nannies were still away with their employers, so Katrien and me decided to climb the Filopapou Hill from where you could see the whole of Athens, and have a lovely view of the Acropolis, and we also wanted to see the huge monument on the top. We had to change busses a few times, as we kept on taking the wrong ones, but after deciding to just walk to the foot of the hill from Plaka, we finally arrived. We were already a bitty tired, as it was warm and the road we took quite steep, and to crown it all, my new socks kept creeping down into my shoes, and I got so irritated I took it of and chucked it in the nearest trash bin! The small road leading to the top was steep, and our legs took some battering, and on top of all that, Katrien's bladder was giving a bit of trouble. So after every few minutes we had to stop, and while Katrien made a pee behind a bush, I had to keep watch. I must have looked like a bally streetwoman on the prowl as quite a few old men tried to pick me up, but I stared so fiercely at them, that they gave up and left me alone! The hardier ones I sent on their way by giving them the 'finger', a sign one of the nannies told me to use in case of this kind of situation, and she was right, it sent them on their way in great rage, and me smiling victoriously! It was worth all the effort, as the view over Athens from the top was just awesome, and so was the huge monument, forgot what it was called! It was quite late when we left, as we first watched the most glorious sunset over the Acropolis!
The going down was not easy, as you had to sort of brake all the time, and at one stage our legs were so lame that we had to lie down and rest. It felt like pieces of jelly hanging from my hips! Then we went to Pattision, where we had a nice meal, and drank Heineken biera, and as we still felt a bit washed out after what felt to me like conquering Kilomanjaro, we bought a lot of very sweet and syrupy cakes and tartlets, and sat in one of the beautiful parks and had a feast! Then we felt so bally sick that we had to look for something to get rid of the nausea, and then we decided to call it a day, go home, and sleep it off!
It was a lovely day, and the next morning I was up early and ready for Nikos! The time with his parents did not leave him in a good space, as they so pamper him, and cater for his every wish, and then when he is again spoiled to the point of them not able to handle him, off they go to Paris, and leave him to the devices of the nanny! But I am not easily cowered by a five year old, and when he screamed that he was not going to the park with me and Ermioni, I waved him goodbye and started to get into the lift. Did such a little Greek have a fright! Within a second or two he was in the lift! It was a lovely day, the yellow sun shining down warmly, inspiring the cicadas in the cyprus trees lining the street to give their ultimate, deafening one's ears, while the smell of the cyprusses tickled one's nose! I was in a good place at the moment, the climb up the Filopapou having blown away most of the cobwebs, and, best of all.....The Ya-Ya went home! My empty nest felt indeed far removed from my present situation, and I was contemplating whether to phone Paolo or not, as I am very scared of holiday romances!
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