"Whatever"... I hate that word.
The lady at the bakery knows my favorite flavor of "paghoto" now --lemon sorbet--, which makes me happy. I love becoming a regular at a place... maybe because I worked at a convenient store so long? Regulars are always welcomed. I like that.
There is no order to this post if you haven't figured it out.
Taxis are Mercedes.
So are trucks.
Our 12-5 PM is there 5-9 PM.
If a guy tells you he'll call tomorrow afternoon, he could be calling you at 8 PM.
If he says he'll call tomorrow night, it's totally alright if he calls at 11-3 AM.
I can now probably give you a tour of the Archaeological Museum even though I need to stop and think about how to spell archaeological.
Greek words are wicked long. They rival German words. By the time you sound out the 7th syllable, you forget what the first syllable was.
Ouzo is the drink in Athens.
Raki is the drink in Crete.
Rejecting a drink in Crete is considered rude.
Tzaziki is the shit.
Gyros are pronounced "Yee-Rows"
Euros are pronounced "Ev-rows"
I love Greek food. I'll dedicate a post just for that.
I decided to write my 7-10 page research paper on political propaganda in art. I don't know where to start. I need to start my summary for my Contemporary Greece class but I fall asleep every two pages. So for every two pages I read (about 10 minutes) then factor in another 20 minutes of napping, then waking up and trying again.... I need to allot about 3.75 hours to finish 15 pages of reading.
The end. I'm tired.
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