Of course, the most life-threatening menace to that point was secondhand smoke, the guy next to you exhaling twin streams of it through his nostrils, like angry bulls do in cartoons. The streets were harrowing, but only because cabbies speed through them in reverse. There was a series of explosions above Athens, but they were glorious fireworks.
Still, we courageous tourists felt good about ourselves, boldly--one might say recklessly--braving beach volleyball by day, sipping ouzo under the Acropolis by night. In the war on terrorism, it is, quite literally, the least we can do.