6/10 --> 6/12 Day 1,2, & 3

Sorry for the delay. The internet here is definitely slower than dial up and more splotchy than Jackson Pollock. I'm sorry if I don't respond to facebook messages or emails. I'm keeping this blog mainly for myself to remember everything that happened... so I apologize if the posts are highly disorganized and random. There will be tangents, distorted recollections, and reflections that make no sense. Please excuse my ADD.

So a quick summary of what's happened so far:

-JFK airport is great for people watching but terrible for lunch. $15.15 for eight pieces of sushi?!
-If a stranger next to you on the plane offers you candy... you accept. Especially if he reminds you of your grandfather, where's khaki cargo pants, a red and green plaid shirt, and is headed to Cairo, Egypt. Plus, it was Dove Chocolate.
-The heat in Athens is ridiculous. You cannot avoid tanning.
-No toilet paper in the toilets.
-Greeks love their siestas. Nap time is 2:30-5:30 PM. There is a law prohibiting people from being too loud during these hours, as well as anytime after 11 PM on weekdays. I adore naps.
-Going out from 12 AM to 5 AM your first night is a great idea. Especially if you have to wake up at 8 AM the next morning and are incredibly jet lagged.
-Shots of tequila being poured by a hot bartender makes for a pretty good night.
-Wine is mad cheap.
-I woke up to "La Vie en Rose" being played in the morning with at least a hundred kids playing in the school across the street.
-Sorry to burst your bubbles ladies, but Greek guys are "mehhhh". Greek ladies on the other hand are GORGEOUS.
-Blonde is in.
-No one speaks French (Yes, I tried)
-Almost every restaurant is outdoors. And they're called tavernas. The food is excellent but it's also hard to find something I wouldn't eat. There's always fresh fruit for dessert.
-Walking outside, every building is a shade of orange or yellow pastels. The buildings seemed to be a washed out color. The streets are narrow, windy, and there are as many hills as there are in San Francisco...Everyone drives a manual. Death.

Yann Zervos is the director of the Athens Center. Just his facial expressions alone could make you fall in love with Greece. He was enraptured by his own memories as he spoke about the life and energy that seems to "come from the ground". I suppose that so much history in one area would make anyone's imagination fly. But he's been here his entire life... if he could speak about Greece with that much enthusiasm... he's either an amazing liar or he really is still captivated by his own city. I want to fall in love with Greece too.

That's all for now. Sorry that I started out with such a shoddy post. I do miss you all, but not really. I promise the next post will be better.

<3Tc