It's Just Different

You have to throw the toilet paper in little bins over here because Greek plumbing isn’t like American plumbing (this isn’t everywhere – for instance, in the fancy restaurants and hotels it might be different but I’ve never been in any of those – at least not in Greece). Also, people don’t believe in ice over here. I’m not sure why not, but for some reason no one sells ice and no one really gives you ice in drinks and if you order a frappe maybe there will be one or two pieces of ice clinking around in your drink, but don’t expect much. Customer service doesn’t really exist in Greece either. The waitress leaves you alone and doesn’t really ever come back. Thea’s always going on about how everyone will steal from you except the Greeks but since I’ve been here the only people that have been dishonest with me are the Greeks. Just little things. Charging too much for the taxi or the fruit at the produce stand. So, you just have to be careful.

I just think it’s funny. People are people are people, you know? And there are good people and there are bad people. You just have to use your judgment about who to trust.

We're taking it easy in Greece now. Relaxing. Walking around. Snapping pictures. We spent a few days on the beach in Sarti, Halkidiki. That was nice. Just bobbing in the sea, swimming out as far as you can go, trying not to step on the sea urchins.

And now and now and now...I'm going to make a Greek salad, maybe watch some bad Greek TV. It's funny, Greek women on the TV here are all dolled up. And the men? Tan, tall, hairy. Are these stereotypes? Perhaps! But there's some truth to stereotypes? No?

I am officially in the hair belt of the world. (Middlesex? Anyone?)

Hmmm...to be continued...