We get into Athens and then went straight to the Acropolis. The whole hill is called the Acropolis and only the temple is called the Parthenon. This has some interesting facts and also has many optical allusions built into it. Our guide only touched on a few, like the number eight apparent throughout and how the temple is pyramid shaped. There appear to be a lot of Egyptian influences in Greek art and form. I am still un-impressed with Greece. There is also still a cultural barrier I am not able to overcome. At least in the other countries I could at least communicate, not here. The language and the the alphabet are completely foreign to me. There are less people here speak or understand English. I even tried Italian and a little Latin with no luck. In the market, we ran into her first gypsy. She tried to sell us a handmade silk  and satin tablecloth. She would not let us go, especially after she pegged us as Americans. She followed us for 10 minutes or more before finally giving up (though we swear she was just hiding as I thought I spotted her at a further distance). After meeting up with Chad and Chris, we told them the story. We all laughed and Chad thought maybe the woman now give us a gypsy curse. Tonight was our farewell dinner and almost everyone was there, though the other younger couples bowed out. It was fun, the food was good and we all took time to exchange addresses. The night ended with dancing. Cindy was one of our group who had traveled this trip alone. She seemed to be a little down. Now I have two left feet and hardly any rhythm, though I do like to dance. Seeing her sitting there, I looked at Teresa who smiled at me, knowing what I was planning. I went over to Cindy and I asked her to dance. She insisted I didn’t have to dance with her but I told her I wanted to do. Not sure, but I think it made her night.  Tomorrow, we cruise the Greek Islands.