That's all she wrote

We're back where we belong.  Cas and I are home, having spent a very long day traveling.  The flight from Athens to Toronto was not the highlight if the trip, but how often does an overseas flight make a top ten list?  Our layover in Toronto was exactly long enough to clear customs, have our passports examined thoroughly and eat something.  I got randomly selected for additional security screening.  Cas was chosen for added scrutiny by passport control.  Seems like we passed the tests, because they let us out of the airport.

All that remains is to unpack and clean a mountain of laundry, as is so typically the case after a trip like this.  The takeaway, though, is that the Greek people are among the most welcoming people I have met.  They are happy to share their country with you.  They want you to see everything and taste all the food and drinks.  They want you to have as much fun visiting Greece as they appear to have just being Greek.  

There are some things I wish were different.  There is an awful lot of cigarette smoke around, and you have to drink bottled water on the islands.  Still the people seem just so happy to see visitors that you buy a bottle of water and try to sit upwind of any unpleasant aromas.  

I'm not entirely sure what big trip we have next summer.  There are a few things in the back of my mind, and I think Cas has some plans brewing, as well.  We may even stay on this side of the planet next time- but no promises.  

For this trip, though, that's all she wrote.  I leave you with one last photo of us during our last moments in the ground in Athens: 

Here's one last reminder of Cas' photo album- go look: https://goo.gl/photos/zxmxAmDBqhc4hPHD7