Once I landed at 6 pm, I went straight into a business center offering wifi, fax and the whole kit and kaboodle for tourist. I emailed my mom and we exchanged emails for a while. she helped me out to figure stuff; all the while I just wanted to cry and come back home to KANATHA.
This girl at one of the airport travel agencies suggested possible options for my friggin situation:
One, stay in the airport until 6:30am and head downtown by bus to then catch the Pylos coach bus.
Two, stay in a hostel for dirt cheap an get on the coach bus in the morning... She really advised against it, but it was an option nonetheless...
I decided, screw everything, I'm racking up the bill and staying at Sofitel.
And so I walked 50 meters across the hotel road towards the 5 star hotel airport called Sofitel.
I was so exhausted, flustered and full of anger lugging my suitcase and trying to lift up the curb that I didn't even notice that a very handsome Greek boy was coming towards me.
He was a bell boy and he asked, "Miss, would you like some help with your luggage?"
I was so bewildered that someone on this planet was n.i.c.e. that I almost lost it.
I replied, "Yes, please."
"Do you have reservations with us?"
My heart sank, "No... I was wondering if you had a room for the night."
"Yes, of course!"
Mr. Handsome shows me to the reception desk and I ask for a room. The lady was extremely nice and upgraded my room for free to a luxury suite... After I told her that money was not a problem.
I ask for help with the buses for the next morning and the concierge helped me. Then, Mr. Handsome -- he never left my side -- showed me to my room and lugged my luggage filled with bricks.
He was so nice -- sigh -- the only good thing that came out of this situation.
After he made sure I was fine, he left and I took the longest and nicest shower. I ordered room service and had a nice dinner --- and went to bed, only to wake up at 2 am still hungry. And so, I watched German MTV airing "Scarred" and ate the most delicious fruit salad EVER... Honestly, who cares if the show was in German because the idiots on that show were so stupid it made me laugh regardless. Note: second time I laughed since leaving Canada.
I arranged for breakfast to get to my room for 6 so I tried to get some more sleep. The food is EXCELLENT -- the hugest omelette EVER, and a double espresso came right on time and I started feeling like a happy person again.
I checked out after checking my emails again and when I was walking out, Mr. Handsome was there and after immediately recognizing me, said hello and good luck.
*Sigh*
At the entrance, another employee started talking to me. Unlike Mr. Handsome who was my age, this man who turned out to be very nice as well said, "You're from Canada?!"
Yeah...I sticked out like a sore thumb because I had a red and white belt around my suitcase that read CANADA.
He says, "Where in Canada?!"
"Ottawa,"
"Oh nice! I lived in Toronto from the age of 4 and came back home when I was 18!"
We chatted for a while and I then headed to the airport again, for I managed to contact another girl through facebook who was arriving late as well and was going to land in 2 hours. Once she got in, we took the x93 to Kifissos Station in Athens, and this turned out to be some adventure...
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