Went down to the embassy at 12:00 and they said, no, I should come back at 12:30…. Grrr. I understand getting complicated things wrong sometimes, but the opening hour is pretty basic. Anyway, I went in and picked it up. Now I can travel again! Greece here I come!
The most “exciting” part of the trip was getting there. I asked a cabbie stopped in front of the nearby hotel if he would take me to the embassy. He said sure, but wait a sec. He took some glass bottles out of his trunk and filled up his gas tank. I had always wondered why many cabs smelled like gas, now I know… Then we had to push the car so he could pop it into gear and start the car. Sigh, I guess from now on I’ll just wait for the newer, metered cabs to come by. Not only do they start on their own, but they have seat belts and I bet they don’t store gasoline in their trunks…