I am here, just settling in to my hotel for a couple of days. So the adventure continues on. For years friends have told me to request a wheelchair in the airports and I have been resisting. I’m old, not an invalid. But as I was deplaning in Tijuana, there was a fairly big step from the plane to the ramp and with my pack pack and a small roller suitcase I was being very careful,taking my time stepping down when the nice man with a wheel chair offered me his hand and then offered me the wheelchair. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, even though I hadn’t requested it. What a breeze that was, just zipped right through the Airport lickety-split! Now I’m a true believer, and ordered a ride for the remaining legs of my trip. It turned out to be a real necessity in New York as I not only had to collect my baggage and recheck it then change terminals arriving at my gate just as they were loading. With out it and on my own I never would have made it.
The 8 hour flight over was uneventful except for being cold and really lousy meals. Two sweaters and a blanket and I was still cold. I don’t know why airplanes are kept so frigid.
My arrival in Athens was less than welcoming. The ride service I had ordered has sent me a message whileI was in transit that I should change my pick up time as I had allowed too much time to get through customs and such. So as soon as I got Wi-Fi and phone service I contacted him and said it would be appreciated if he could pick me up sooner that the original time. I got a terse message back stating he had tried to contact me earlier and now it would be an additional 40 – 50 minutes before he could come or I could take a taxi. No problem, I’ll wait. I guess he didn’t like my answer. Next he texted me he would be therein 20 minutes and when he wasn’t there in 40 minutes I called him to see if I had missed him, no answer. Another 20 minutes went by and he called to say he was there and where was I, I told him and finally located him. He didn’t even say hello, just grabbed my suitcase and headed off to the car with me scurrying after him to catch up. The entire way to the hotel he never said one word to me and by this time I had no interest in conversing with such a grouch. As it was he picked me up at the original time planned, I just got to spend and extra time at the airport. Lucky me!
It’s warm here in Athens, time to change and go out and prowl around and have my first Greek dinner.
Zihuatanejo 