Greek Beach Adventures… Today we took Alex’s aged father for a swim. Our local Glyfada beach has wonderful contraptions that can electronically take a person down into the sea in a moving chair. I watched as it slowly transported him into the water and began his swim. When ready to come out, he tried to… Continue reading…
Greeks are wonderful, open people. Formality is rare. We often fly to Athens airport from the UK. Usually, the customs hall does not include customs officers. But on this occasion an official stopped me and asked to open my bag. Alex stormed up behind me. “Leave him alone, he’s with me,” she yelled in Greek. The… Continue reading…
Before I lived in Greece, I was trim, sprightly. I could look down, see my feet. My belly was flat. When I breathed in, I could feel my navel flapping on my backbone. If I showered, I would need to keep moving to get wet. Those were the days. Debbie, my Greek mother-in-law, began my… Continue reading…
If you want to arrive as a tourist, and leave as a tourist, don’t come to Greece. If you want to arrive as a tourist and leave as friends, then this is the place for you. On smaller islands and villages, don’t expect perfection. The shower curtain could be missing, the air condition may rattle a… Continue reading…