The New Kids in Town
It's about that time...to start another school year. Only this time it is a bit strange because I have 10 new coworkers who speak even less Greek than I do (and I don't speak that much really) and are mostly new to Athens. As for me, I feel like I am back home. Halandri has exactly the same homey vibe, but my apartment feels strange without my old, sweet roommates. Despite this, I do look forward to fortifying new bonds with Ashley and Kelsey; they seem promising (and enjoyed Philadelphia--cream cheese--stuffed crust pizza from Pizza Fan). :D
Many times this past summer I have wondered whether or not my experience will be the same. Will they like me (and will I like them) are frequent questions on that list. I am pleased to say that all the new fellows are very amicable and seem happy to be here, but I wonder as de facto tour guide if my suggestions are always satisfying. I am terrible at recommending restaurants because there are very few that I've been to more than once (and usually those are not traditional Greek cuisine because there are far less exotic places to eat than traditional tavernas). I am also a very indecisive person. I think I am probably even a bit annoying because let's face it, I love Greece--in every way--and become super excited about anything here really quickly. I also tend to just blurt things out. I am definitely a little overwhelming at times.
As of now, my favorite moments are spent reconnecting with my Greek family. The best elements of Greek culture are exhibited in relationships and at the dinner table. I love being invited to Sunday dinner, where a giant meal consisting of some type of meat, a delicious side, maybe a type of pita, and always a salad with a glass of wine and good company brings for an afternoon of great conversation and a well-deserved (because of a food comatose state) nap/siesta. Even when not at a table, the reunion moments are full of great joy, hugs, and kisses when coming across a friend or acquaintance. I wish all the world worked this way; it is delightful to be embraced with such warmth.
(People in the US were very awkward and a bit freaked out when I tried to hug and "air-kiss" them...)
As orientation begins to wind down, I know that I have the smiling faces of my English department head and colleagues to look forward to, and I cannot wait to know which of the new fellows I'll help guide through the maze of halls at Psychico College Jr. High and High School. Whether I like it or not, the school year is here. I'm excited to go back, but don't want to...you know...not be at the beach all of the time.
