Confession time - We have really only been posting blogs about the remarkable experiences of this trip, and highlighting the best photos. While it is true that we are pinching ourselves most of the time and amazed at our Traveler’s Luck, we have deliberately omitted many of the less glamorous bits. For example:
What would go really well with our nightly Greek Salad, made from local vegetables, is a glass of local wine. We discovered that many of the local wines are bottled in clear plastic bottles. Like, water bottles. We gave it a go, we really did. It was awful!
Just because we’re staying in a domatia all alone, with a kitchenette, and a view of the Messinian Gulf out the window, doesn’t mean our lives are easy. We still have to do our laundry by hand.
Greek showers are a bit of a mystery to us. The faucets are all thigh-high with a hand held shower head, a two-and-a-half foot square basin, no shower curtain, and there is always, ALWAYS, a stool. When do you sit down? The beginning of the shower? The end? In between while you’re soaping? Who else has sat on that stool in a similar state of confusion?
Also, we smell. Well, actually, Michael smells. Specifically, Michael’s shoes smell like wet grass and stinky feet.
Also, today Donica decided to do another load of wash, which is still dripping wet outside on the line even though we leave Kardymyli in less than 10 hours.
Also, we thought we would send home a box of souvenirs, but today discovered that it was going to cost 52.20 Euros. That’s right. Approximately $75. So, we will just keep carrying it.
I know, I know, you've pulled out your tiniest violin and are playing the saddest song you know for us.
What would go really well with our nightly Greek Salad, made from local vegetables, is a glass of local wine. We discovered that many of the local wines are bottled in clear plastic bottles. Like, water bottles. We gave it a go, we really did. It was awful!
Just because we’re staying in a domatia all alone, with a kitchenette, and a view of the Messinian Gulf out the window, doesn’t mean our lives are easy. We still have to do our laundry by hand.
Greek showers are a bit of a mystery to us. The faucets are all thigh-high with a hand held shower head, a two-and-a-half foot square basin, no shower curtain, and there is always, ALWAYS, a stool. When do you sit down? The beginning of the shower? The end? In between while you’re soaping? Who else has sat on that stool in a similar state of confusion?
Also, we smell. Well, actually, Michael smells. Specifically, Michael’s shoes smell like wet grass and stinky feet.
Also, today Donica decided to do another load of wash, which is still dripping wet outside on the line even though we leave Kardymyli in less than 10 hours.
Also, we thought we would send home a box of souvenirs, but today discovered that it was going to cost 52.20 Euros. That’s right. Approximately $75. So, we will just keep carrying it.
I know, I know, you've pulled out your tiniest violin and are playing the saddest song you know for us.
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