|New purse! On sale! I got more than half off. High fives all around,|
but mostly for me and this purse, and for sales.
|Got this because of all the times I've dropped my ID and credit cards on the ground.|
You really gotta dig for those euro coins.
|These are traditional Greek butter cookies called koulourakia.|
They taste a lot like Barnum's animal crackers, but even better.
I sampled one before I bought the package,
then sampled six more after
I spent part of Wednesday, and all of today volunteering at a summer kids' camp. Most of the kids are American expats, but a few are Greek. There's this one Greek boy, in particular, that I really enjoy. The first time I tried to ask him something, he told me, in near-perfect English, "I don''t speak English." When he tries to tell a story, or ask for something, he works really hard to say what he can in English, then switches over and finishes the rest in rapid, fluent Greek. He expects us to pretend like we understand him, and we do (pretend). I really like his style. He's not embarrassed by his inability to speak English, and doesn't give a **** that we can't speak Greek, as long as he gets what he wants in the end. So now, when people come up to me on the street and start asking me about my dog (which is just about the only time anyone talks to anyone else on the street), I follow this kid's strategy, and respond in English, with the few Greek words I know mixed in. People do one of two things: they either switch over to English and we chat for a while, or they say "Ah...[another couple things in Greek]", and walk off with a "Yassas." Out of the mouths of babes, right?
I hope you have a wonderful weekend!