My first impressions of Greece were possibly brought about by a Russian taxi driver not too subtly telling me it was ok to fuck strangers on vacation. Thrilled this way too friendly man already knew where I was staying, I invented friends in the city and a make believe itinerary to answer his endless questions while I stared out the window waiting to reach my hotel. The city seemed to stretch out as far as the eye could see, with graffiti everywhere and something about the landscape reminded me more of a Middle Eastern city than any European capital I know.
I took one amazing walking tour my first night of the hidden gems of Athens. I had another walking tour scheduled that never happened and a eating tour that was a disappointing and awkward one-on-one meal at one completely empty restaurant. I felt like I was on a very bad blind date with my female tour guide.