Friday, 30 March 2018

Athens, Greece

I'm thinking of making a tradition of going to Greece at the end of January. I know it's nearly April now, so this was a while back now, but it has always been a rewarding experience. Athens especially so. I actually wrote an abridged, "commercial" version of this post for Hostelworld, but if you'd like a more detailed and personal take on my trip, keep reading!
It is rare that I feel truly recharged on a holiday; usually, the stimulation of being in a new place and the stress of thinking about where to go and what to do leaves me feeling anything but relaxed. With Athens, it was much different. Sure, Greece is quite a different culture to Germany, but I never felt on edge. I also have so much to write about.

Soon after arriving in Athens, I decided I wanted to have it all for myself. It's true that I had wanted to go there ever since I was a kid, thanks to the mythology (even if my impression of it was a bit Disneyfied), and then I did Classical Civilisation as one of my A-Levels and was always a bit disappointed that I never got to go see all the Greek sites for myself.
But in the run-up to my trip, I had been a tiny bit apprehensive that I was going to get my very own version of Paris syndrome. However, I managed to keep my expectations realistic and looked forward to being surprised; I had been to Thessaloniki the previous year, so I already had an idea of what modern Greece was all about. Still, I felt sort of sad, preemptively, for all the stuff I knew I wasn't going to be able to fit into my short trip.

I stayed centrally, near Omonia metro station. It wasn't that pleasant to walk through at night, and I experienced quite a bit of street harassment. Still, I didn't spend that much time at my hostel. Soon after arriving in Athens, I wandered some of the back streets until I reached Monastiraki Square, which is probably the main tourist meeting point, and it sort of reminded me of Covent Garden in London. I was already pleased to experience sunny weather, even though it was windy enough for me to tuck my scarf in and even put my gloves on. Just a short walk up some steps from the bustling square, I saw the Roman Agora, Hadrian's Library, and quiet streets with quintessential Greek houses (an area that I later found out is called Anafiotika).




It wouldn't be Greece without some cute strays (look, don't touch).

Athens also has a lot of orange trees and a lot of pigeons.

 I love the marble streets everywhere.

It sounds like a no-brainer, but I was already getting the impression that the most comparable city I'd visited was Rome... which was nearly 10 years ago! And that's independently of the classical aspect. Why are the residential buildings similar, looking white and off-white from above, just like in Paris — but this isn't the case in cities in Germany and Poland, which are on the same latitude?

Before long, I felt sure that Athens had the cleanest metro I had ever seen, even if its streets were dirty. I saw workers mopping it at all hours of the day. I didn't see any rubbish on the floor. Everything adhered to a colour scheme of beige and silver. Almost every station sign in the city centre was faithfully rendered in glass. No graffiti in sight. No smell of cigarette smoke.
The Athens metro was a subterranean world unto itself. Women held their scarves over their mouths, men played with komboloi. The distances between stops were long; as we whizzed through the darkness, I knew we were on the same level of ground that the ancients would have walked on before the thousands of years of sediment. I knew that in excavating the stations, archaeological treasures had been unearthed. It was quite extraordinary. I wasn't just travelling around a city via its tunnels — this nondescript earth on the other side of the glass and metal was a crucial part of culture, some of it claimed by the British and the Germans.



Ceramics excavated at Evangelismos station

On my first day waking up in Athens, I decided to explore the neighbourhood of Pangrati. I grabbed a coffee at a jazzy café-bar called Magic Bus (by the way, what struck me in Athens was that everything seemed to be a café by day, bar by night — probably to make the most of rental costs).




I felt a vague sense of familiarity as I wandered this area: the supermarket I popped into and managed an entire interaction in Greek with the cashier (using three words!) reminded me, somehow, of the Sainsbury's I went to in second year of uni. There was this weird vibe in the air that made me feel like I'd been on this street before, specifically in Gdansk.

Skylight art at Syntagma station

Hellenic Parliament, with the Monument to the Unknown Soldier right in front. The guards wear traditional Ottoman-era clothing.

This tiny Orthodox chapel is nestled right under a big, modern hotel. Athens is full of examples of new stuff having to carve a space around the old stuff, rather than old stuff giving way to new stuff.

Athens Cathedral

The 15th-century Agios Eleftherios church, just next door
Detail on the church's exterior
Patron kitty

My big plan of the day was to go up the Acropolis, the famous hill in the middle of Athens with lots of ancient remains. It was a beautiful sunny day. The area around the actual Acropolis metro station was pretty quiet. I got the €10 ticket which allows you to explore the south side of the hill and the peak.

On the way up, there were a lot of temples and theatres that served as a warm-up for the Parthenon — they were great in their own right, of course, but what I really enjoyed was the sense of anticipation as I neared a monument I'd wanted to see for years and years and years.

Theatre of Dionysus
Odeon of Herodes Atticus
Yes.
THE PARTHENON
SO BEAUTIFUL
MORE ANCIENT ROCKS

It was here that I most appreciated having chosen to visit Athens in January. There were people up there, sure, but I imagine it was fraction of the summer visitors. It was a little windy, but the sun was out. Most importantly, the fact it wasn't hot meant there was no smog obscuring the view.
I found the whole Acropolis experience rather hard to process, though it's probably one of the few experiences in my life where I can say I was truly in the moment. In the late afternoon, unlike back in Berlin, the sun was still in the sky and I had a sense that the day still wasn't over. I wandered back down the hill, and felt content in a way I had not for a while.



Relaxing at Little Tree Books & Coffee

The next day, a little excursion was on the agenda — I was determined to see the sea, so I went to Piraeus, a port city separate from Athens, but luckily still part of its metro network. Most of the green line stations on the way there were above ground, so I glimpsed parts of the city I was ignorant of.

This is where ferries depart for Greece's many islands
Arrested Development vibes

After having a coffee that was eye-wateringly expensive for no apparent reason, I wandered around trying to find a place where I could gaze upon the water. From the main streets of Piraeus, it took about half an hour to walk around to a more secluded area. I wasn't actually expecting to find a beach per se, but there it was.

Definitely not Berlin.
Definitely didn't imagine, like, Odysseus sailing in.
That cobalt sky, though.
To get back into town, I had to climb up a ridiculous hill, then walk down it again.
Local football collage

I got off at Kerameikos station and wandered up towards the Technopolis, which is a sort of low-key museum complex detailing Athens' industrial history. I couldn't really identify any part of it that I was very interested in paying to see and I preferred to spend my time outside, so I walked on.


Graffiti on Pireos, one of the longest streets in Athens
Minotaur art near the Kerameikos Museum
Kerameikos Cemetery


I wandered a bit more along Pireos, as well as navigating my way down some tiny, quiet, residential streets to get to Beaver, where I had a drink and enjoyed the last of the afternoon light at a women's co-op called Beaver. Athens is so bustling that I was quite astonished at how it felt like it was in the middle of nowhere. On the way back to the nearest metro, which took a good 15 minutes, I walked parallel to a suburban train.
In the evening, I definitely wanted to check out the nightlife. I'd heard of a bookshop/bar called Poems & Crime, so I stopped in for a drink. There was already a crowd of older people sitting at tables there. The waiter said that there was about to be a talk in Greek about a new book about the Holocaust, but I could still stay if I wanted. So I sat there, writing, sipping my red wine, understanding nothing, but it was perfect.

Monastiraki station at dusk

I still hadn't managed to make it to any actual museums in Athens, so the next day, I went to the National Archaeological Museum in the Exarchia district. It was still very good weather and I felt a bit weird about "wasting" the last of the day's sunshine indoors — which is pretty much my default mindset in Berlin, particularly in the winter. But then I remembered, duh, I'm in Greece, no need to worry.



There was so much in the museum and I didn't see anything close to all of it, but I really enjoyed the "Odyssey" exhibition, which was about journeys of all kinds and, of course, Odysseus. Unsurprisingly, he is an important figure in the Greek psyche, as he stands for nostos: persisting through life's challenges and ending up at home, whatever that means to you.
There was also a poem called 'Ithaca' playing on a loop, narrated by Sean Connery, which was quite funny.





My last day in Athens was drawing to an end. I wandered through the Kolonaki neighbourhood, which is a stark contrast to the rest of the city; I saw artisanal cheese shops, designer boutiques, and nice cars.
It was my aim to get to the top of Mount Lycabettus, the highest (and pointiest) hill in the city, for sunset. I struggled with the steps, but I made it to the funicular station. It was a little bizarre, being the only lone visitor in the lift, as most people were with their significant others.
And once at the top, the view was indeed very romantic. I'd made it just for the right moment, and I gave myself a figurative pat on the back. The view was just breathtaking, and all I had to do was turn 180° to see day and then night.




I rounded off the evening at a bar. It was not the one I had been specifically looking for, but it was in the same building? Weird. I took a lift up to the roof and thought, this is good enough. I had a glass of wine and free delicious crisps with a view of the illuminated Parthenon. Perfect.

The next morning, I got up at a not-too-unreasonable time to head to the airport. I felt sad to be leaving, but grateful to be able to add yet another entry to my list of places in the world where I can feel so content.

Alright, I know you're all waiting for it: how does Athens fare as a vegan city? 

Not too bad, really. If you are keen on cooking in your AirBnB or whatever, there is plenty of fresh, affordable, local produce available. There are also quite a few bio stores dotted around, many of which carry exactly the same brands of tofu, etc. as in Germany. In particular, I really liked a vegan shop/café called Bamboo. The people working there were cheerful and engaging, and it was just a nice little place to decompress and enjoy a drink. Unfortunately, I didn't find any local products that I could take home on the plane, though.

Bamboo

I can recommend two excellent lunch spots, both conveniently located near Monastiraki. I will openly admit I ended up visiting Falafel House no fewer than three times. Its offerings are about 50% vegetarian, 50% vegan, and really good value. The hummus in particular was lovely.
Vegan Nation is tucked away off the square, and its aesthetic and concept are very similar to the rebranded Aux Vivres in Montreal. They have chilled salads, wraps, cheesecakes, stuff like that... even a vegan version of Ferrero Rocher. I was a little bit concerned about all the packaging (even if you eat in, you still have to throw away a plastic tub), but it was still good. Definitely not a place to have a hearty dinner, but it's open until 10pm so you can grab something if you're peckish.

But I did have dinner at two restaurants! On my first night, I had a moussaka at the 100% vegan Mama Tierra, which was the absolute best comfort food after a day of travelling, and the people working there were as welcoming as Greeks are famed to be. I ended up returning there another evening, and didn't have as great an experience with the service or the food. I got the impression I was annoying the (different) waitress, and my linguine was pretty lacking in flavour. Still, I see lots of good reviews online, and wish I'd tried the mushroom burger that time instead.
Then there was Avocado, on a cute side street near Syntagma Square. I really enjoyed my experience there! The service was so attentive as to be almost American (in a positive way)! I was placed upstairs on a low table, sitting on cushions, and I really liked it. I was able to just fully chill out and enjoy my food at my own pace. I ordered black noodles with various roasted veggies and almonds in a peanut sauce. It was really satisfying. Overall, I actually paid more for the meal than I would for something similar in Berlin, but I am happy to support vegetarian businesses in a place where the scene is still emerging.

Upstairs at Avocado
My meal!

All in all, I fell in love with Athens, and maybe even deeper in love with Greece in general. I definitely hope to be able to come back to Athens sooner rather than later, but my next step will have to be an island! How can you ever hope to understand Greece, with its huge diaspora, singular language, and pervasive history? It's a question I hope to be able to answer over the course of my life.

Saturday, 10 March 2018

A few updates

I went on a solo trip to Athens in January and it was lovely and life-affirming, like resetting a button in my head. I truly haven't felt like that on a holiday for a long time. I was all set to publish a personal blog post about that BUT then I got commissioned to write an article about Athens using my own material — so I'll wait a little while until copyright and everything is cleared up.

My new happy place: the top of Mount Lycabettus, just before sunset.

Isn't January just the worst month? There's the post-festive comedown, of course, and then in Berlin, at least, sunlight is in short supply, which has ripple effects on everything else. I woke up every morning bleary-eyed, bloated, willing to try out anything that would end this winter hell.
Instead of reaching for my phone and scrolling Instagram, I've started reading a bit of my bedside book in the mornings, but this just makes me want to stay in bed longer. And I've started forcing myself to walk to work, which has made a difference, as it really wakes me up and I can use the time to be "mindful".

February was really cold here; I think it dropped to -15°C last week. I recall last winter in Berlin being very mild. It went by quickly, which is just about the only good thing February has going for it.

Now it's March and I'm waiting for my creativity to make its grand return sometime in the next couple of weeks. Every single March, I go through an existential crisis in Berlin; I consider moving somewhere else. But where? It's really odd. It's like when spring comes, everything feels possible.

Despite all of this, I'm having a good start to 2018. By good, I mean that things are afoot. My social life is in flux. I've made some health changes that I hope will help me get back mental and emotional clarity. I have settled into a good routine at my job at the film agency and don't feel so stressed. I have a couple of exciting side gigs. I also babysit from time to time and it's really fun to go to a different part of the city, as well as taking a step out out of my adult life and reconnecting with my inner child. I am grateful for many things in my life and I almost never stop thinking about that fact, despite the challenges.

I haven't really felt like reading this past month. I manage a chapter here and there. My current bedside read is Three Daughters of Eve by Elif Shafak (so I can say I read a book rather than messing around on apps before going to sleep), and Why I'm No Longer Talking to White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge on my Kindle (to take out and about, for impromptu waiting situations). I'm enjoying them so far, but it's not like I am reading as an activity in its own right, more like an occupation I can slip into at idle moments.
Instead, I got myself a Netflix trial for February and have been snuggling up watching Queer Eye, Ku'damm 56, and movies I would never pay to watch individually. I'm considering sticking with the Netflix subscription because it has a good amount of German content, but then... so do the public channels that have stuff online and which I pay a jolly lot of money for three times a year (infuriating, as I don't even own a TV!).

I've also changed the way I look at cooking. I used to be quite lazy, or only cook using whatever was in my fridge. I mean, if you have some type of vegetable/pulse, some pasta or rice, and some type of sauce, you can't go wrong, right? It's a habit I picked up in my student days and it just stuck.
Only it turned out that I was going to my local Edeka almost every day, which is not only annoying and a massive waste of time, but I was also spending more money on food than I thought I was, even if I was just picking up one specific item that I'd run out of. I'm not sure how exactly that money thing works, but it's what happened.

With regard to saving money, my method has always been "whatever amount of money you have, don't spend all of it". And I definitely don't want to spend all my money on food. As explained above, though, it doesn't really work unless you have a plan. I've been reading a lot of frugality blogs, and every single one of them sings the praises of meal planning. I knew about it, of course, but hated how rigid it was. Surely it was for people who spent their whole lives at home — and who had massive freezers? What if I was spontaneously out and about at 6pm, which is when I normally have dinner?

When I tried it out last week, I made a loose plan for the weekdays. I'd make enough for two portions in the evening, eat one for dinner then put the rest in the fridge to take to work for lunch. It was on Tuesday that I derailed my plan, I think, when I ate all the pasta because I was just feeling bleh.
Then, on Wednesday night I was all set to do a quinoa salad for the next day. I left the vegetables to roast in the oven, but I forgot all about the boiling quinoa! It burnt and I had to throw it away (and scrub out the pot). So I made the best of the situation: I kept the vegetables, and on the way to work I bought one of those flavoured rice sachets and ate them together. Voilà!

One more thought: what the hell is "nice cream"? Unfortunately, since I follow a few vegan Instagram accounts, the algorithm assumes I want to follow preachy clean-eating blogs, and "nice cream" seems to be the trend du jour. So, I need to reiterate a point I made in my last post.
All ice cream is nice. If you like a type of food, then it is nice. You don't have to make it sugar-free or whatever for it to be nice, because all food should be enjoyed guilt-free. Because of the shitty messages we receive from the media and from other people, we may need to work towards that point — enjoying food guilt-free — and it is true that I've been making it accidentally (it's basically just blending frozen bananas and some other things), but we can't seriously act like calling healthier ice cream "nice cream" is a harmless, cute gimmick.