Airplanes.

Hello from Melissa and Jill. As most if you now, we have decided to take a trip to Greece to celebrate my Mom's (Melissa) 50th Birthday and also me being done with graduate school. We chose the blog name because, why not? I'm unemployed, and my Mom is starting the second half of her life!!

Like any good trip, you have to pay your dues. For us Georgians, this means traveling through or from the Atlanta airport.

It was a rainy night in Georgia (Thanks Ray!).... We knew we would be a bit delayed and we were okay with that. We boarded the plane, found our seats, and said a little prayer (Gib you know which one!).

I (Jill) was the "chosen one" of the night. I had a seat in between me and my neighbor... But not so much for Melissa to my right... **** disclaimer, on trips i refer to my mom as Melissa because she doesn't respond to Mom****

Melissa had the unique opportunity to sit next to a daring three year old who liked to remind her how old he is every two minutes.

Thanks to baby Jesus, 6lbs 8oz, baby Jesus ( and to British Airlines for supplying socks, blankets,eye covers, and ear plugs)... We all slept the whole way to London.

The flight was uneventful from London to Athens... But we got here safely.

Melissa did not know where to go to find our luggage, luckily, her daughter, yes me, was born with street smartz.

We made it back to the hotel with thirty minutes to drop off our stuff and have a group meeting for our tour.

The meeting immediately felt like freshman orientation at FSU, except they gave us wine... Which I think the tour guide was regretting when Melissa and I couldn't stop making jokes the entire time. Feeling like the black sheep of the group, we vowed to drink and eat as much free food as possible throughout the trip!

Here is a quick assessment of our fellow touristas:
1. Couple from Australia, cute mid 70's.
2. Australian family of three... For sake of the blog we will call them SHORT NAME FAMILY because all of their names are 3 letters long.
3. Two women who are from New Zealand... Pretty sure they like wine as much as we do.

That's it for now. It's way past our bedtime.