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It’s all Greek to me

15 September, 2008 (20:44) | hitch | By: hitch

Hopefully I’ll stop breaking each day into two posts soon, although it feels somewhat natural to do so.
Each day really seemed to be comprised of two parts: The Tour, followed by The Ship. After coming back from a day of touring, we’d generally find ourselves with a few hours on our hands until dinner, which generally required a change of clothes (or at least a sluicing off of the grime of the day). Not enough time to hit the pool or do anything really interesting, we’d generally end up taking a couple hours nap before the evening’s activities – which generally also meant we’d stay up pretty late every night. All in all we were pretty happy with the situation. One of the darker spots in each evening came at dinner each night upon the arrival of our dinner guests. Now, it’s important to note that this isn’t true of all FOUR of our table-mates, as Rachel and Elizabeth were delightful and, quite frankly, saved the experience. (And I’m not just saying that because I promised them I’d send them a link to the pictures on this site). No, the dark spot generally came in the form of an older Greek couple whose names completely escape me. I suspect that a lot of the issue had to do with the language barrier, as it didn’t appear that she spoke very good english, and our greek was atrocious, but we did make valiant effort after effort in an attempt to draw them out and form a more congenial group. It finally became obvious that they had little to no interest in conversing with us, and so we (the other four) settled into a pleasant, if occasionally awkward pattern. Sabrina and I would usually arrive right at 9pm, usually because we’d just finished getting ready, or we’d been ready just long enough to have had our first drink and wander down to the dining room. Shortly thereafter, say at around 9:05 the Greek couple would come in and sit down. Another few minutes later, Rachel and Elizabeth would swing in and we’d all look over the menu. After a brief discussion, orders would be placed and a few minutes later our appetizers would be served. Here’s where it got interesting. Invariably, the appetizers were wrong. For the Greek couple. Something would be off, some detail would be unacceptable, and something would have to change. Sometimes – and this is completely threw me – the gentleman would reach over and take his wife’s appetizer (sometimes entree) and eat it, ordering another for her. Cultural differences aside, this took us all a bit by surprise. She never seemed to have any problem with this. In fact, any snide remarks she made were generally directed towards us – at least, we believe so as she’d hold her menu up between herself and us to say some things to her husband – keeping in mind that she rarely said anything not in greek, and it was fairly obvious that we didn’t speak any greek at all. Enough about those two, though

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Fortunately we were generally deep in conversation with Rachel & Elizabeth, two…er…what do you call someone who’s no longer a law student but who hasn’t actually received word that they’ve passed the bar yet? Greg, if you’re reading, help me out in the comments. What are you? Two of those, from Chicago, IL. Conversations were always interesting even if I did have a hard time letting go of politics and legal topics, as they generally wanted to just relax and let go of that for a while. I guess when you live this close to D.C. you never really let it go. It took us all a while to relax around each other, but in the end it worked out – especially when we threw Paul and Frances into the mix, but we’ll get to them another day. Next up, it’s our first actual day in Italy, Florence and Pisa!

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