||[Aug. 2nd, 2006|10:30 am]
Ok.. since it took me a while (and some help) to figure out how to access this journal, I'll give you a brief rundown of my first week here. Some unforgettable sights; None getting forklifted into a bus at the Athens airport because there are no tunnels that lead directly to the plane doors. She and two other wheel-chaired people were literally lifted off the ground and sucked into a special bus that took them to the plane. I thought for a moment, she was going to be hanging out in mid-air till we reached the plane...|
Nona's Nona. She's gone through ten books in 6 days, discarding most of them as stupid (or unreadable - i.e. she cant catch the american lingo). I've been combing for more - Marina's mom has a stash of summer reading romance novels (bad bad) and some french books that I'll tackle next.
There's a group wheelchair here that has made the rounds of the elderly and I was lucky enough to claim it for Nona. She can walk but the hotel is pretty far in (if you remember next to the Maroula movie theatre) so I push her around for part of the journey and she scampers along for the rest. She has friends here so we make the rounds. She has a really nice friend very close to our old home but lately, it's been taken over by another retired schoolteacher friend of theirs that Nona has taken into dislike (surprise, surprise). Apparently, that woman takes over the conversation and lets no one else talk. Of course it didnt help when Nona first met her. Seems that woman's father used to know your great-grandfather (the lawyer) and his brother( the dentist). So None enthusiastically embarks on an update of the rest of the family and loudly proclaims that the two sisters (your great-grand aunts) were whores. I was mortified...It's true apparently, they ran through their husbands' money and when that ran out, they became kept women or whatever. I was desperately signalling NOna to stop right there but then she went on to say that one of them had a son who went to jail then moved to Athens where he opened a bordello and brought his mother over as a madam. By then I was ready to pluck Nona out of her chair and wheel her away. The funny thing is that I dont know how true that story is... Dont forget your great grand father was such a strict authoritarian and honest and with such high morals that for all I know, they may have had a couple of rich lovers... we'll never know but I'm sure that those particualr Lemniots wont forget that story for a while. When I gently tried to explain to Mom that some dirty laundry it best kept to ourselves, she airily waved me off with a "that was eighty years ago" statement. Oh well...
Any way, things are fine. Most of my friends have arrived and it's like we've never been apart. We go to the beach together, right after the little bridge, there are some umbrellas and quite a few pine trees so we all sit together and yap. Those of use who feel like it (myself included) put on swimming fins and to all the way to the end the beach and back. That's our 1/2 - 1 hour swim exercise (the younger ones do it in the PM too). I get Nona out of the house by 7:30 PM, park her at someones' house and then walk for 45 minutes. She's back at the hotel by 9PM at the latest and then I go out to dinner. One of these day's we'll go on an excursion. There are quite a few cars and speed boats so once the men start arriving this week (they all come in August), we'll visit some other places too.
Things have changed but not that much. There are many more restaurants and cafes on the Romeiko Gialo and lots of cars. The town seems to have expanded in the back and has engulfed some of the closer villages. There are many more hotels and rooms to rent but the port, the road leading to it is still the same. I've met some locals that I hadnt seen for twenty years or so.
I'm off now, time to go finish my errands. I'll write again soon.