On Tuesday night, our
group of nineteen Americans and a few Greek friends explored the night life of
Athens. The venue we visited overlooked the Temple of Hephaestus and gave us an
amazing view! As people got tired and headed back to our residences, we took
taxis, which is an experience in itself. The drivers of Greece are unlike
anything I've seen before, and Virginia driving will look like a snail race in
comparison. After many close calls and feeling my life flash before my eyes, I
began to talk with the cab driver. He spoke only a few words of English and I
spoke even less Greek but for the next 15 minutes we talked about several
topics and we communicated surprisingly well. We laughed as he tried to teach me
words and I attempted to say them and I was able to tell him a little about
which state I had come from. Meeting someone internationally that you have
nothing in common with barely speaking the language and yet still becoming
friends and laughing is truly an amazing thing.
The food is
EXTRAORDINARY. The staple of the Greek people is Gyros. Culturally, the Gyro is
to the Greeks as the hamburger is to Americans. They are cheap, taste
wonderful, and they are conveniently available. The style of eating is very
different as well. The Greeks eat late and spend hours drinking wine and
talking over plates of shared food. Even eating dinner illustrates the laid
back attitude of the culture and their emphasis on family and relations.
Although the food is amazing, I miss pancakes, waffles, and bacon.
| A Wonderful Greek Gyro |
| The Protest in Front of Parliament |
Can you include in your blog the historical significance of places like the Temple of Hephaestus or a fact about the site that we might not know?
ReplyDeleteIs riding in a taxis in China similar? I try not to look out the front window, because I find myself gasping or pressing the imaginary brake peddle on the passenger's side.
Can you include in your blog the historical significance of places like the Temple of Hephaestus or a fact about the site that we might not know?
ReplyDeleteIs riding in a taxis in China similar? I try not to look out the front window, because I find myself gasping or pressing the imaginary brake peddle on the passenger's side.