If you are familiar with the Berlitz language books, they will get you through a trip rather conveniently.  I especially like the helpful phrases.  I don’t speak Greek, except for about 25 really poorly pronounced words and phrases, but I can think of a lot of English phrases I would have liked to render in Greek:

• I promise I am not here to start a riot, Officer.
• I assume this is the same city street plan as the time of Pericles.
• There is no way I can eat all that.
• I don’t know what the spicy cheese dip is called in Greek, but it’s the only food I ever need again.
• Right now I would commit low crimes for a toilet that allows you to flush the paper.
• It looks like, long term, you lost the Persian War.  Look at all these barbarians on the Acropolis!
• Never again will I refuse to believe that a tour bus can get through any space.  I bet he could drive this thing through a GI tract without messing up the paint job.
• Please show me to the only ten square feet of Greece that are as flat as Saskatchewan.
• What is the strike about? Oh, wait, I forgot.  It’s Monday.  My bad.
• So when are you going to get a good Viking metal band at Epidauros?
• Okay, I give up.  Is it ‘Patra,’ ‘Patrai,’ or ‘Patras?’ Just someone please clear this up?
• No offense–this Corinth Canal is hella cool to look at, but that’s about all it’s good for.
• I have no idea how even a goat can find anything to graze on out here.  I have half of the country’s non-olive vegetation caught in my socks!
• How many pottery traps does this bus stop at?
• With all these steps and slopes to climb, how does anyone in this country achieve fatness?
• What do you call a Greek female banker who loses her composure? A drachma queen, ar ar.
• Please don’t make me drink ouzo.  Do you have any Nyquil instead?