For lunch, I went to this Indian joint that looked pretty good... but the sign said CLOSED. So, naturally, I tested the door: Open. I find this philosophy often yields adventure and fortune: push until I feel resistance. The door didn't resist. I was past the sign. Inside, this wonderfully kind Philippino man told me I could take as much of the buffet I could carry, as he was going to throw it all away. When I explained my mode of travel, he even provided me with the tupperware that would fit perfectly in the van's mini fridge. A true road angel. On the road, I find myself, in turn, losing and regaining faith in humanity several times per day. This guy put me back into the company of the faithful. Then again, I wondered why there isn't a program to distribute this food to the huge homeless population in Athens. This thought went through my head as I walked back to the van past the hungry eyes of the street dwellers, fearing a mob scene if I gave any away.