Final posting?

It left this morning, opting to search out and ride the subway to the airport. He's got a fairly straight shot home (Athens to IAH). I, on the other hand, because I tried to accommodate the professor's schedule (for no good reason, I see now), have to fly at 7 a.m. from Athens tomorrow to Rome. Wait 4 hours, then fly 11 hours to Atlanta. Then sit on my haunches in A-town for another 3-4 hours before flying home to, hopefully, foggy and chilly San Francisco. I arrive at something like 10:45 tomorrow night and I should be a mess.

Today was some sort of Greek holiday, so near everything was closed, except of course for the Plaka. I managed to grab a cappucino freddo before heading to the Grand Bretagne for my "full body" massage. Fancy place. And the lady masseuse was professional and didn't balk at my awful feet (at least to my face). She even accommodated what she diagnosed as a torn rotator cuff (as I suspected), and didn't jerk on my pitiful left arm. It was a memorable massage, in any event; she really found some knots, especially in my calves (that now look a lot like Popeye's biceps).

We covered a lot of territory in a little under three weeks, saw lots of old stuff, ate some interesting things, and, despite a lot of provocation, didn't kill each other. I suppose that constitutes a successful journey.