Well, it was more stupid than it was funny.
I caught the train to the Acropolis, prepared for a full day of exploring the ancient monument considered one of the most significant in western history. I stopped at its corresponding museum first which, to be honest, was underwhelming and uninspiring. (Though that may have to do with my current state of sickyness and my museum-attention span of about 30 minutes. Also, don’t ever tell an Athenian you weren’t impressed by the Acropolis Museum – I learned that the hard way.)
In any case, I grabbed a window seat at the museum’s restaurant on the second floor and ordered a spinach/aromatic herb/feta cheese filo and enjoyed a spectacular view of the Acropolis and the Parthenon that stands proudly at its highest point. This magnificent ruin was to be my next stop.
I took my camera out of my bag to take a photo…and it totally bitch-slapped me: “No memory card”!!!
Doh!
I must’ve left it in my laptop. Or more likely, left my brain back in Dublin.
For a split second, I actually considered not going to the Acropolis today and coming back tomorrow instead. Then I reminded myself that I’m here for the experience, not the photos!
So I headed to the Acropolis anyway, thinking I was doing this super-fab thing by experiencing the epitome of Athenian history without the distraction of a camera.
Then when I arrived, I found out it had just CLOSED for the day.
Double doh!!
What the hell kind of cultural landmark closes at three in the afternoon?! Oh yeah, the Acropolis.
*Sigh*
The universe really didn’t want me seeing this historic piece of architecture today. I guess what it did want was for me to be approached on the street by a random Greek man named Antonis who politely asked if he could treat me to a glass of red wine and pleasant conversation for a few minutes.
Alrighty then!
So I suppose the day wasn’t a complete fail. Acropolis shmacropolis…I’ll be back! During opening hours AND with a memory card in tow!