I don’t usually do a hotel rave but this one is great. The location is great. The room is great. The breakfast was great and the staff are amazing. Without exception everyone is so friendly and helpful and the place has a really good vibe. It’s called Athens capital suites – Mcgallery collection and it’s a smaller hotel just around from a larger one which by the way does lovely early evening Aperol and beer for WH. So for those of you coming to Athens I highly recommend.
We wake very early and read the local at home news until the breakfast opens at 7. With coffee on board we wander and that about sums up our day. We wander and wander and wander.
We wander For so long that its nearing lunch so we wander back to where we had a delicious lunch a couple of years ago and are both pleased that our aging brains of allowed us to seek it out. Sitting under the umbrellas we once again order the zucchini blossoms stuffed with feta, followed by lamb cutlets with crispy lemon potatoes. Even though we only order one portion of each its way enough especially with the rustic bread and olives. Everything here is so non rushed. I remind my mind to slow to its pace and not worry if the waiter takes too long or the food takes a while or the bill takes forever. There is no rush to clear our table and move us on our way. In fact when we finish our lunch they present the bill with a piece of fresh Madeira cake and a shot of something that I can’t pronounce that certainly warms the throat and makes the eyes water.
We wander too far and then wander back. We wander through the front streets and then through the back. We wander down the lanes but not down low enough as the book with all the answers sits tantalising us just below the street.
The book of answers
It’s nice to be wandering in another land. I love the chat all around, with all the different languages. You can tell when you transit through the tourist trail to the neighbourhoods where life is lived and then back to the trinket lanes again. It’s busy but not manic, the sun is warm but not stifling and I have decided its very good season to be here.
We wander back to our hotel but its big sister one once again calls us to its rooftop bar and with the easy excuse that we need to stay awake until at least 9pm we oblige. It’s lovely up there and when it gets a bit cool in the evening breeze, without solicitation I am handed a warm wrap for my shoulders. We indulge in a glass of wine, which is lovely. We order an absolutely delicious tomato salad with burrata and focaccia followed by some chips and steak. I am struck by how lovely everything is. It’s such a nice feeling when everything is lovely and nothing remotely disappoints. I am a lucky girl.
So as the sun sets over the distant hills I feel so grateful to be here and then my daughter sends me a pic like this which reminds that with the jet lag still clinging to my frame its way too early to be homesick but there really is no place like it.
