(Jenese’s words are still in blue, and Rick’s are still in black.)
This was our most typical tourist day. Although the Acropolis was within eyesight of the hotel, we took the metro to the Acropolis stop, knowing that our day would be filled with walking. (Don’t worry, blog fans. We’re gonna make up for that indulgence on Day Eight. Trust me.) We emerged from the metro on the southeast end of the Acropolis hill. We walked westward along a wide, cobblestone pedestrian avenue, not knowing the location of the entrance and ticket booth. From somewhere on our left, we could hear chanting from a Sunday morning Greek Orthodox service.
Nearing the west end of the foot of the Acropolis, we followed a trickle of tourists heading up some steps into a wooded park. At the top of the steps, the trickle became a throng. Our blind wandering had taken us to the ticket booth.
We purchased all-inclusive tickets, which provide admittance to a number of the archaeological sites in Athens, and proceeded to the entrance. People were streaming in, but we had arrived early enough so that there was no line.
We had with us a borrowed iPhone on which I had uploaded free audio guides by Rick Steves. I started the one for the Acropolis. I had also brought my Sony MP3 player, thinking one of us could listen to it while the other listened to the iPhone, but it turned out that my MP3 player is so ancient that it would not play the audio format of the podcast. So, we relied solely on the iPhone with the speaker on and the volume maxed out. This garnered a lot of looks from other tourists, but Rick Steves wasn’t as loud as all the tour guides who were scattered about.