Originally, going to the Acropolis to watch the sunrise was not my idea. It was one of my hostel mates idea, a kiwi named Clare. We were both attending Athens for TBEX, a global travel blogging conference that’s full of the who’s who for travel media.
So it was, after a late night of debauchery and fun with so many new friends we had met, that Clare and I woke before the sun had even started blinking its way up to the horizon. We quickly and quietly dressed so as not to disturb our other hostel mates, and in just a few minutes we were out the door and on the short walk to the hill that overlooks the Acropolis
Acropolis in Greece means “The Sacred Rock/The Raised City.” Although there are multiple acropolis’s spread across Greece the one in Athens is the most well known and is recognized as “The Acropolis”.
The two of us set off and instantly found 4 furry friends that insisted on joining us. We went back and forth for a minute but these guys weren’t willing to leave us to ourselves so we accepted the company as we trudged down the street.
Once we got to the hill next to the Acropolis we posted up to wait for the sun to rise. The dogs sat all around and took a nap while we waited. It was a bit windy on the hill, but we were patient and soon the dark black of the sky started lightening… slowly.
There was something magical about sitting up on that rock watching the sunrise on old ruins that have been inhabited since 6 BC. There’s so much history in Europe, even on the cobble stone roads we walk on. Just imagine people in civilizations past walking down the exact same cobbled roads we walk upon today.
It puts things in perspective. America was founded in 1776 and this Greek Acropolis is dated back to the late Cretaceous Period. It was named Cercropia because the first King of Athens was said to be half serpent half man. Its hard to compare young America to these ancient ruins.
After we had sat and pondered life for awhile, the sun had risen, and the night lights had been turned off on the Acropolis itself, Clare headed back to the hostel to get ready to attend a seminar, while I opted to head up and be one of the first tourists of the day to tour the Acropolis.
Going early is really a great idea. By the time we broke off at the rock I only had to wait 15 minutes until 0800 to enter. I was the first one to walk inside and there was something even more magical about that, touring the Acropolis with no other tourists bogging up the area, it was the perfect way to start my day.
Just as the sun finishes rising I finish and walk out the exit and down the path. As I round the corner, the first 2 tour buses pull up, children spilling out and loudly running up the stairs towards the exit. I silently watch them go by and smile, I made it out just in time.
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