We were actually awake from the moment this day started. Since our flight out of Santorini departed at 12:30am, we spent the proceeding couple hours sleeping on the floor of the airport. We boarded our plane with a screaming toddler and obvious first time parents who hadn't figured out that the savings that come with an inconvenient flight do not outweigh the stress of an exhaustion-induced tantrum that come with a sleep-deprived kid.
When we arrived at the Athens airport about an hour later, we immediately raced to the bank of seats not separated by arm rests. Hirsh had researched this in advance, of course, and we found a nice couple of rows were we could sleep. Quite a few other people had the same idea, and those rows were hot properties!
Hirsh set the alarm for 7:30am so he could get up and explore the Parthenon. He walked for miles and miles in the heat and took plenty of pictures for both of us, so Sarah felt like she was there.
Hirsh returned to the airport just in time for us to catch our next connection, this time to Rome. The first order of business was finding food, and Rome's Fiumicino Airport has a gourmet dining option, the Antonello Colonna Open Bistro. We enjoyed our last taste of Italian lasagna and risotto and a mini bottle of wine, and knew we'd chosen the right place when we saw plenty of flight attendants eating there, too.
And there was one last stop for gelato...
Then we found our favorite ad ever because it features this guy. This guy. Is he the epitome of Italian swagger, or what?
For our third and final flight of the day we boarded a plane to London. We arrived at Gatwick airport at 11:30pm and experienced slight panic when Hirsh's passport didn't want to scan. After all our travels, the place we least expected to have problems was the motherland. We really didn't want to experience the fate of some of other unlucky travelers who were corralled into a pen in the middle of the large customs area while customs agents made "further inquiry." We've never seen anything quite like this public shaming. The computer recognized his passport at the last minute and we made it through!
We hurried to the car rental area to pick up our last rental car of the trip, and we made it with ten minutes to spare. When we entered the office, the two workers were actually playing rock-paper-scissors to see who would have to help us just before their shift ended. This offended us a little bit, but they were in a good mood and we were able to negotiate an upgrade to a Mercedes-Benz, which we then proceeded to drive to an Ibis economy hotel, as is our way.