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Greek Sushi

“Are you Greek?”  I shake my head.  “is your husband Greek?”  Again I shake my head.  “Your parents?”  “Όχι” (no) I respond.  “How do you know how to speak Greek?” asks the man working behind the coffee cart.  He is making me a φραπέ, an iced coffee drink with condensed milk and Nescafe.  “I learned Greek for this vacation.  It is a hobby of mine.”  He whistles through his teeth and adds a complementary cookie to my order.  He winks at me as he hands me my change.

Learning a language and then going on a vacation to a place where that language is spoken has been my hobby for the past eight years.  I am not a linguist, just a geek.  I love to talk, so adding more languages just seemed to be a natural extension of my gregarious nature.  In June of 2009, on the day that the Euro hit an all time low and Greece was in the midst of beginning of the debt crisis, my family traveled to Greece.  For twelve months prior to our departure, I taught myself Greek.

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Mr.Henry’s House in Hydra, Greece

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June 14, 2010

A wasp is fighting a losing battle with the light by the kitchen.  He angrily buzzes at the light as if he is enraged by the light’s very existence.  The wasp wants something from the light. It is upset by the light’s inaction.  The wasp is getting tired.  I wonder whether it will leave or just die of rage.

I hear the donkey in the yard behind the house walking around in the hilly enclosure, its hoofs clacking against the rocks.  A crowd cheers as a team scores a goal in the World Cup.  A boat hums as it passes into the harbor.  Everything echoes in Hydra at night.  People’s voices mix with the call of a bird.  Being at Mr Henry’s house is like camping with beds inside.  There’s an explosion of barking dogs.  I wonder what sent them off.

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