Kastoria day eight. We awoke early today, Afroula called at 0600 because Penelope had been up all night with teething pains. After Stella reminded her that she raised four children of her own, and has been the surrogate mother (day care provider) for hundreds more, she realized that she could handle the problem on her own. Penelope has two new molars she did not have before we left for this trip. DO NOT BE SURPRISED, we went back to sleep as soon as we hung up the phone. But we were up for the day by 0900, an early day for us. Since we are here in someone else’s home eating their food, drinking their soda, washing our clothes with their detergent, wiping our derrières with their paper, we decided that we would re stock the house with some essentials and a few extras. I am not sure how they will take it once they realize that we did this. Greeks are a little weird about gifts and gratitude. It is almost like they are insulted, like they think we feel that they can’t afford it or something strange like that. It is not like that at all, we just want to show our gratitude subtly. I am not sure if it was the sun or the fact that I woke up two hors before I have been but I was really tired after lunch today. So I laid down for a short nap that turned into a two hour nap. Someone that shall remain nameless was supposed to wake me after an hour. I wont tell you who it was but her name rhymes with Mozzarella, or hella, or fella, or… what the hella, it was Stella. (This is only here because she won’t want it here) At six we had some pizza with Christostomos (Chris) and his granddaughter. It was pretty fun. There really was nothing exciting to report about this encounter. The man is seventy-five years old, and lives in a village that has a population of four. We are twenty six and twenty eight and live in an area that has four million. Plus I think he is loosing it a little, on the day we met last week I introduced my self as Art. He called me that three or four times, then he started calling me Niko, my son’s name. Today when he arrived at the house he called me Art, once, then I was Adam for the rest of the day. It is sort of funny really. I can pretend that I am a different person and talk about all of my alter identities as if they are friends of mine. Tomorrow we are going to the bizarre/flea market. Should provide some interesting stories.

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 Anonymous said...
Hey Bro, sup?!!! I am so jealous of your trip. It reminds me of Justin and my honeymoon in Rome. We were too tight to take cabs anywhere though. By the way NEVER go to Rome in August! I miss y'all so much I can't stand it. I can't wait to see you in July for Penelope's celebration. I know Victoria will love her and Devon is sick with excitement to see Niko.
Loves to you all.
Laura  

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