Just like everything else my sister has done in life (besides the whole kids and marriage thing), I’m following my big sisters footsteps (I have bigger feet and let’s be honest, neither of us got bit by the “tall” bug but I got her by a few inches) and starting a blog. Warning: it won’t be as funny, entertaining, or interesting because she has those kids who are hilarious and well, her life is a lot more complicated and eventful than mine. Oh yeah, and she’s awesome. I figured though, while I’m living in Greece, I might as well write about it….so here goes nothing.
I’ve been here for about three weeks now. It’s hot. It’s 98% sunny (the 2% is when it downpours like the first rain scene in Jurassic Park but instead of a dinosaur coming out of nowhere, flooding occurs in the streets within five minutes because of the lack of drainage system). On a happy note, it’s not very humid! Even without high humidity, I’ve notice that I sweat a lot more than the average human. When my body even thinks about diving on the volleyball court for a ball, there’s an automatic baby pool of sweat that appears. It definitely brings back fond memories of Club South, or for those who graduated before 2012: South Gym
Speaking of volleyball (the whole reason I’m here), it’s great! My team is young but with that being said, it creates a lot of coachable moments throughout practice and gives me opportunities to practice my future profession. The scary part about that is I’m beginning to sound like my father (not as long winded) with a side of Russ Rose (censored of course). My coach on the other hand is a brilliant Serbian man with lots of experience with this wonderful sport. I consider myself extremely lucky to have a guy who cares a lot about us and who is so knowledgable coaching this team…though sometimes I can’t understand him, and all of the Greek girls are looking to me to translate Englerbian. That’s not very pretty.
Besides being most people’s honeymoon destination because of the gorgeous scenery, my favorite part so far is the food. That’s a very bold statement, I know, but everything is sooooooo fresh. Since it is so warm still, people are continuing to harvest their gardens and vines and they give some of that fresh produce to ME! It’s like a free paleo plan (minus the obsession of feta cheese that they have).
Of course some things haven’t gone as planned, like the broken washing machine that four different people have “fixed,” or not having a light in my room besides the moon when the sun goes down. A couple of cold showers because the water heater was broken never really hurt anybody either. Project mosquito was at first a success but now I’m having to rethink my plan of action. I’ve also learned how unnecessary TV is and have read three books already. I have a great bed, fresh food in my belly, amazing support from near and far and clothes to change in and out of during practice (they also got me a sweat towel which was very nice)….seems to me I’m still living the dream!