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The Greatest Show on Earth!

3 Apr

Last night was just glorious here.  The day had been somewhat overcast and breezy but with a really nice temperature of about 73 F.  At about 19:30 the power went out for unknown reasons.  Me and the Mr. took this opportunity to sit on our spacious veranda overlooking the Aegean Sea and gaze at our beautiful surroundings.  The sunset was not as dramatic as it can be here due to the hazy atmosphere but there was a calmness and a peacefulness in the air.  The only thing we could hear were the birds settling in for the night.  When they do this it is like a symphony of chirps and fluttering and what seems to be a lot of commotion but I guess it all makes sense to them because, like a ritual, they do it every evening. And morning for that matter.

 

Even though the power outages here can be inconvenient I do tend to appreciate them.  This always gives us a chance to sit back, relax and enjoy where we are and each other.  No TV, no internet, no distractions.  I couldn’t help but think of the summer so close on the horizon (yay!) and how much I am looking forward to an ice cold beer!  I’ve been told it helps keep your milk up so I plan on drinking lots of beer to have lots of milk for our little nugget.  I wonder what is best?  A watery Alfa (local brew) or a dark rich Guinness.  I guess I’ll have to try them all.  Poor me!

 

I took this moment of quietude to ponder the state of my tits and what the hell those babies are gonna look like in a year. (Shudder)  Right now they’ve been doing a good job of acting as a broom and sweeping the crumbs from my stomach.  I guess in about a year they’ll fit snugly into the waistband of my pants.  And then in about 30 they can act as broom again and sweep the crumbs, this time, from the floor!  Ah the joys of being a woman!  I’ve also been researching industrial landscaping equipment on the web.  Eventually I’m going to need to take care of the garden down below that has been outside my field of vision as of late.  So much to do!

 

A friend has been a godsend and lent me a ton of baby gear.  Saving me and the Mr a lot of money.  I can’t begin to express how grateful I am to them.  We’ve already spent a pretty penny on pre-natal care since we geniuses got pregnant without any insurance! Doh!  How about that for planning.  I never claimed to be organized but shit by the time I got to my senses the damage had already been done.  Did I say damage?  I meant our little bundle of joy had already been created in the eyes of God!  Amen!  For the first 4 months I was in the good old USofA where Medicaid is available to smarty pants like myself.  And thank heavens it is because a doctors appointment alone there costs about 300$.  I shudder to think the costs of blood work, ultrasounds etc.  So for about 2 doctors visits everything was (essentially…and I say this because I DO pay taxes in my home state and I do work) free.  Here in Greece I couldn’t get private insurance to cover my pregnancy because just like the guys back home why the hell would they want to pay for anymore than they absolutely HAD to.  Two words: pre-exisiting condition.  I always had private insurance, until I had no insurance, because I work for myself or tend to engage in jobs that provide no insurance.  Can you say circus performer?  About 2 years ago I thought about taking out maternity insurance and nearly fell over when it jacked my payment up to about $300+ a month!  What the…….???!!!!  Barnum and Bailey don’t pay good enough for me to be dishing out that kind of cheese.  I turned this over in my head for awhile and broke it down to this: I would be  paying for something that may happen and who knows when.  (I was never the “born to be a mommy” type. In case you haven’t noticed.) Do I pay this 300$ for the next 4 years? 1 year? Two, three?  I may have an appendicitis but I don’t have to take out extra insurance just in case that happens.  Maternity coverage should be every family’s right.  Cheap bastards!  In any case I was in a pickle without any insurance.  That 300$ a month didn’t seem so bad now did it?  Well actually yes it still did.

 

Here in Greece there is nothing like Medicaid for uninsured pregnant women.  Talk all you want about socialized medicine but it’s not that different here than in the US EXCEPT, and this is huge, it is affordable.  I know I won’t need to sell my soul or take out a loan (not that they’re giving out any of those in Greece at the moment!) to have this baby.   Would it be better if I had insurance?  Sure.  But since I don’t the alternative isn’t quite as traumatic as it would be back home.

 

Anyway, enough about that!  All this talk about insurance (snore) has got me tired.  Time to go lie down.  An activity I have likened to parallel parking a bus.  A double decker at that!

 

 

English: "The Barnum & Bailey greatest sh...

English: “The Barnum & Bailey greatest show on earth Wonderful performing geese, roosters and musical donkey”. Chromolithograph. Français : Affiche originale pour le cirque Barnum obtenue par chromolithographie vers 1900. Traduction du texte “Barnum & Bailey, le plus grand spectacle sur terre. Ses merveilleuses oies et coqs dressées, son âne musicien. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Does this baby make me look fat?

26 Mar

Yesterday was a holiday here.  I’m not sure which one because I am a bad Greek and because I don’t really care.  Some kind of Independence Day, but I was informed there is no Independence Day here.  Hmmm?  Nevertheless, it seemed like everyone in town (all 200 of us..just kidding!) were out and about enjoying the day.  Strong winds from the south were dominating the forecast bringing in lots of dust and sand (from Africa? How exotic!) and also pleasantly warm temperatures.  The dust clouds are not what your mind is probably conjuring up.  No Tasmanian devil type of clouds or Iraqi sandstorms with a mouth full of dirt and a side order of zero visibility.  Nothing quite that dramatic.  Just a gradual overcasting of the sky giving it an eerie Midwestern summer rain quality to it.  But we are not in the Midwest I was quickly reminded, by the towering mountains and the beautiful sea, dancing passionately with the wind.  The snow on the mountain tops, so lush and pronounced when I arrived, has begun to disappear back into the atmosphere.  I guess we have made it through another winter with our sanity intact!

Back to the holiday.  I met a friend for coffee at a local hot spot otherwise know as Haagen Daaz, everyone’s favorite ice cream.  It was packed to the gills with people enjoying a day off from the grind.  Everyone was drinking coffee and no one was eating ice cream.  My kind of place!  There were lots of families crowded around small tables laughing and having a good time.  Everyone, with the exception of myself and the children under the age of 13, was smoking up a storm!  Holy sheet!  While I was waiting on my friend to arrive the waitress came over to take my order and asked me if I needed an ashtray.  I’m not delusional (at least I don’t think I am) I look pretty damn big.  I have a watermelon (a big one) underneath my shirt not to mention an extra 30 pounds or so enveloping my chest (finally some cleavage!), upper arms (wtf?), thighs & ass (gee what a surprise).  Last night I had a dream that I grew a pretty healthy beard due to the fact that I was getting so heavy and my hormones were getting out of control.  Maybe I’ve been watching too much Family Fat Doctor and gastric bypass stories.  In any case I woke up sweating and had to go look in the mirror just to be sure.  I swear the mind plays tricks on itself during pregnancy.   I declined the ashtray but appreciated the gesture.  One can never be sure.  Besides it’s not polite to make assumptions.

This got me to thinking about attitudes towards pregnancy in different cultures.  Greece is not so wildly different than the US in many aspects.  We are still in a modern, 1st world, western country (at least that’s what they tell us but sometimes I’m not so sure)  If you took a snapshot of life here and you compared it to one from the US, the only difference might be that one is analog and the other digital.  My point is is that we aren’t living in mud huts, wearing penis gourds and gathering around a sacrificed virgin to pray to the gods.  This might be happening further up in the  mountains though, I can not say for sure.  But there are definitely different approaches to what is and is not OK to do while pregnant.  I’m curious as to what these differences are in other countries as well, readers I’d love to hear your comments.  Is anyone in fact reading this besides my mom? Hi mom! Cant wait to see you!  My favorite, and possibly the most striking example of a difference, is the following:

I have heard from numerous women that their doctors have told them it was OK to smoke while they were pregnant. Just to keep the number of cigs down to about 3 a day.  I always laugh when I hear this.  (I really have to disagree with that advice, but I’m not a doctor am I? )  I only wish that was the kind of crap a doctor said to me when I was justifying smoking my 23rd cigarette of the day.  The reasoning behind it is that it is better to be in a calm relaxed state than in an anxious one, which many people are when they can not smoke.  I just can’t picture any American doctor dishing out this “age old” wisdom to a woman.  A yoga class, some mediation, a hot bath, a stroll around the park. Shit, lets get crazy and throw in some retail therapy while were at it.  All healthy activities in which one may try to achieve a relaxed state.  It’s not my place to judge now is it.  But I do feel ahead of the game for having cold turkey-ed the cigs the day I found out I was going to turn into a big fat blimp.  I wonder though, if smoking is so bad for our health (and we all know it is) and we are encouraged to quit (even here in Greece!)  why would it not be harmful for a growing and developing fetus?  I’m just not sure I follow.

Just for a little comparison:

Before I left for Greece I agonized over whether I should take a  Xanax on the plane, (just a half of a half of a half I swear) I Googled the hell out of that and got a wide range of opinions.  I thought well my backup can be a glass of wine.  FYI I don’t LOVE to fly and that trans-Atlantic is a bitch!  I decided to call the doctor and get the 411.  His answer:  Do not take a Xanax and do not have a glass of wine.  Pretty cut and dry there.  No wiggle room at all.  No concern for the mother’s state of relaxation in that response.  I did have a glass of wine about an hour into the flight due to some (heavy-ish) turbulence and just felt nauseous and then guilty for the next 8 hours.  Gee what a blast!

My point, if I even have one, is that there really is no cut and dry way to  be pregnant.  Just keep that bun roasting in its cozy little oven for 9 (really 10) months and keep your fingers crossed!

 

Obviously she's NOT pregnant!

Obviously she’s NOT pregnant!

Too much of a good thing……is great!

21 Mar

I’m just now getting underway in my 7th month of being a big old gal.  Lumbering around like a giant penguin.  Seriously I think what I do these days instead of being called walking could be described as wobbling from side to side.  I’m not going to present a list of all the gripes one might have during pregnancy…boring!  Actually I have been quite comfortable (interpret loosely) and have had a pretty easy (read: boring) pregnancy.  Which is just the way I like it!

I did get around to thinking, however, of the differences between being pregnant stateside and here in Greece on the island of Crete.  Even though technically I am still in Europe, I am really not in Europe.  Crete has always occupied its own continent in my mind.  The same rules do not apply here as they do there.  But that’s besides the point.  I put together a short list inspired by the frequent “What to Expect” emails I receive a few times a week. Here it is:

Here’s some of the things you can find in the USofA:

prenatal massage

prenatal yoga

lactation consultant / breastfeeding classes

birthing classes: lamaze etc…

birth plans

the option to have a home/water/non medical birth

chiropractors experienced with pregnant women

parenting classes

cheap baby supplies (not made in china)

mom groups

dad groups

moms and tots groups

medicaid

just to name a few

Here on Crete you can expect:

Prenatal care at your gyno or hospital

fresh air

nice scenery

meat!

Here’s to 12 more weeks of sobriety!

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Our Neighbor is a Pig

21 Feb

Mr. Mallios and I have been looking for some new digs for the past month or so.  We found one contender not too far along in our search that was nearly perfect.  Great location, big enough yet cozy, fairly new,  2 bathrooms!  We decided we would take it.  We called the real estate agent that showed us the place and he agreed to drop the price down.  Great!  We dropped off a deposit and were contacted the next day by the owner of the place who wanted to meet his new tenants.  Sure, no problem.  At this meeting we discovered that the owner never agreed to the new price the agent had quoted us. Since the deal had already been done though, he said ok.  About a week later we found out that our friends had happened to rent the exact same house about 3 years ago.  What a coincidence!  They didn’t have too many good things to say about it.   They were especially vocal about the hotel across the street (closed for the winter season, opening in April) and its live Cretan music on Friday and Saturday nights.  No Thank you!  There’s nothing that I, or Mr Mallios for that matter, could want less than blaring lyre and sorrowful crooning at 11 o’clock at night.  I know, we’re getting old!  But try and find me a Cretan song that is uplifting and full of hope and you’ll be looking far and wide my friends.  Needless to say we reneged on our end of the deal and collected our deposit and began our search anew.

We looked at a lot of places outside of the main city.  I guess we are turning into country folk (haha not really).  Most were uninhabitable.  One resembled an old warehouse.  Windows and doors circa 1978-no insulation, frosted glass, iron bars.  Don’t really want to live in a jail thanks.  I’m not sure this was intended to be an apartment or any sort of living qaurters.  Perhaps a re-purposed animal shed?  Upcycling at its most creative!  A wall had been erected to divide the two “bedrooms” from the rest of the living space.  Leaving the rooms depressingly windowless.  The plus side?  The bathroom was gloriously big!  Greek bathrooms tend to be on the smaller (claustrophobic) side.  Well they used to in any case.  Now a days houses seem to be built with more comfortable proportions in mind.  On to the next place!

The real estate agent from the original find informed us that he had a house in a town right next to where we were looking.  2 bedroom, 2 bath, lots of living space!  We agreed we would meet there the following day at 10am.  We arrived at the house looking westward toward the majestic White Mountains and due north to the mesmerizing Aegean sea. Score!  The agent approached the gate with a few BAGS of keys, elevating the whole janitorial keychain to new heights, and proceeded to try out a few before lamenting that he did not have the right set with him.  We decided we would meet again tomorrow at the same time.  We arrived at 10am.  That morning the agent battled with considerably less sets of keys than the day before.  Alas he did not have the keys with him again.   Since we were there Mr Mallios decided to jump the fence to take a quick peek around the property.  The agent suggested he might try going through a window to see the inside of the house too.  Breaking and entering apparently carries no penalty when advised by your realtor here!  He found a window that didn’t have the roll down shutters and climbed on in.  In the meantime the agent’s right hand man (assistant?)  found a large rock and was bashing it against the padlock on the fence in the hopes that he would break it, thus allowing us access to the inside.  Hmmmmm……peculiar real estate practices here.  Mr Mallios successfully entered the house through a window.  I guess this means there’s no alarm system!   The assistant,  still adamant that he can break the lock on the gate, continued to beat it with a rock.  The agent was barking at him to stop and yelling at Mr Mallios to pull the front door open harder.  Shouts from behind the front door revealed that the door was locked from the inside or was it outside? The assistant gave up and tossed the rock aside and decided to focus his attention on me.  He was trying to formulate a plan on how to get the pregnant woman (his words) over the fence to see the inside. “We can hoist her over that part of the fence…or you go over and I’ll catch her.”  I don’t think so buddy.  The pig across the street decided to make an appearance after hearing all the commotion, letting out a few grunts and oinks before retreating back to its sty.  I guess that takes care of meeting the neighbors.  We left again without proper access to the house.  Two days later we got a call from the agent stating that the owner of the house would be there tomorrow (with the RIGHT keys).  Finally!  We went and took a tour of the spacious abode and decided to take it.  Not only was it the right size, price, location-all those important real estate things-but there were other less obvious factors that enticed us.  Namely we already knew how to break in.  Important if you lose your keys once a month.  We knew we had good neighbors.  Quiet and solitary so no loud parties on the weekends over there!  And probably delicious to eat come Easter!  Moving in next week!!

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I’m a pretty shitty relative

10 Feb

Yesterday I went to see some old relatives in the village.  I was a bit overdue for a visit considering I’ve been here about a month, but I never said I was a good relative.   I went up to see my dearly departed Grandad’s sister.  So in other words my great aunt.  I got to their house around 10:30am.  Planning on doing a quick in and out kinda deal.  A cup of coffee (even though I’m on strict orders from my recently pregnant sister to NOT drink ANY caffeine. God the horror!)  No alcohol, snore. No drugs. boooooring. AND no coffee? Whose idea was this?  I always thought I had a limited amount of self control, compared to others, but when this whole pregnancy thing is over I think its safe to say I have damn good command of myself.  Sit. Stay. Good girl.

I have had  one glass of wine (xmas party) and a few micro, i will stress micro, sips on the airplane due to the heavy duty turbulence sending my adrenal glands into overload.  I thought it best for me and baby to be in a more relaxed state 35,000 feet up.  Needless to say, the few sips of wine I did drink on the plane didn’t do shit except make me feel nauseous and then later on guilty. Live and learn right?! Or live, live again, and again and then learn. As is usually the case for me.  Flippin the bird to the rules just one last time I decided to have a light cup of Greek coffee (some of you may be familiar with this type of coffee as Turkish or Egyptian coffee) with just a half a spoon of sugar.  I enjoy a Greek coffee, if made well, every once and awhile.  If made poorly, usually when I try and do it, it is similar to drinking a cup of dirt. Not so yum.  I guess that gets me out of making coffee for my husband for the rest of our lives.  He likes Greek coffee in the a.m. hours.  I figured over the course of my great aunts’ lifetime she had made hundreds, probably thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of Greek coffees.  It was safe to say I was in good hands.  No dirt for this girl today! 

Her husband was there too, which would in fact make him my uncle (great uncle) but I always refer to him as her husband.  Like I said, I am not a good relative.  He’s got the kind of elfin look you might see in a 102 year old hobbit.  Milky blue-ish gray eyes.  If you look at him the right way you can catch just a hint of a twinkle in them. Thick swatch of grayish white hair.  Short in stature.  Kind in spirit.  His wife is quite the opposite.  Not in character but in appearance.  She’s every bit as kind as he is, but twice as tall and twice as big around.  Definitely a mismatched pair in that sense, but love is blind deaf and dumb, and thank god for that!  She wanted to fry me up some eggs (YUM!) I can not go on enough about how tasty the eggs are here. A friend put it nicely: American eggs are anemic. It’s true, they are.  Very industrial looking, even the organic ones.  Is the extra 3$ really worth it?  I guess having a clear conscious IS worth the money.  I declined her offer, having already eaten.  But do intend to take her up on it.  Greeks know just the way to fry an egg.  We chitchatted for a bit.  Mostly about my pregnancy.  I guess I CAN use this pregnancy thing to my advantage after all. I have lots of chatter now to make with relatives who I otherwise don’t have terribly too much to say to after the first 10-15 minutes.  The three of us conversed about my impending confinement (or doom depending on which way you look at it) and about my grandmother’s crumbling down country house that nobody seems to have any interest in fixing.  Or money for that matter.  Then it came time for me to move on to the next part of my day.  Killing a chicken and preparing it for lunch…….JUST KIDDING!  I haven’t graduated to that just yet.  I said I would come again with my husband (might have been lying a little there)  and it was good to see them (not lying there).  I made my way to our ferrari and headed down to town.  In the car I was imagining the scene back at their house. 

Aunt: “oh wasn’t that lovely seeing her”

Uncle:  “yes, that was great to see her”

Aunt:  “she looks so healthy, probably a really robust Cretan baby in there”

Uncle: “hopefully its a boy, otherwise we’ll have to drown it.” (he would never say that!)

Aunt:  “yes that would mean she has good loins if its a boy.”

Uncle “so, uh, who is she again?”………….

Best fried eggs (and easy as 1,2,3)

Lots of olive oil. Do not be shy. Abandon your American instincts. No Pam spray (or whatever its called). No frying eggs in butter either.  The oil will not make you fat but give your skin and hair an unbelievbale glow.  Besides it raises sperm count! So if you are a fella that likes to smoke a lot of pot go crazy with this stuff!  (That comment has in no way been approved by the FDA or any other scientific group of people)

Should be about an inch or so of olive oil in your frying pan.  Heat pan up to a medium-ish heat.  Crack those beautiful nutrient rich eggs in there. And no egg white only bullsh**t,  if you are going to eat do it right. 

Let eggs do their thing for a few minutes.  Don’t let pan get too hot or sides of egg will burn before they are cooked through. Get a spoon and gently splash olive oil on yolks to cook tops of them.  This is why you need the extra oil in your pan.  I like my eggs over medium so I usually splash until yolks have a thinnish white coating on top.  Remove from heat.  Season with salt and pepper.

Serve with some sliced tomato or avocado and some toast.  If you’re feeling adventurous add a cup of Greek coffee to wash it down with.  Enjoy!

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A perfect meal!

 

a paragon of domesticity am i…

6 Feb

So in order to ingest the very important iron I require I’ve been eating something I like to call the Iron Maiden(!).  Basically a plate piled high with beets, beet greens, avocado (not sure if they have iron but whatever its green and tasty) generously bathed in olive oil and splashed with tangy vinegar.  Some salt and a slice of this great bread I call bahgahboo, but it has an actual name that I can’t seem to recall but sounds like bahgahboo.  Anyhoo, we bought some big ass beets-like in between tennis and softball size-so they took the better part of a day to cook.  Thank god I cleared my schedule that afternoon!  There’s only so much cooking a gal can do!

Today I really got into my new(ish) role as (house)wife and went to coffee with a girlfriend (the equivalent here to lunching in the states), bought some decor for our new place and hit up the supermarket.  Since it was my turn to cook  I decided I would cook some chicken instead of ordering out on my cooking days like I usually do.  Hey I’ve got collaging to do! The store only had what can best be translated as the “village” chicken.  It had a robust look to it and had a generous layer of yellow-y fat, TASTY!  Side by side with the grey-ish white ‘urban'(?) chicken (2 thighs left) it looked like the better option.  I took my chances on the village chicken, which I later found out basically means free range, and it looks a hell of a lot healthier than any American ‘free range’ chicken I’ve ever seen.  Must be the kind of chicken our neighbor is bringing us eggs from.  After cooking they resemble something out of every ad execs wet dream.  Deep orange-like sun plummeting into ocean orange-big round yolks with a thick healthy halo of white cradling the gooey goodness.  We might be teetering on an economic precipice here in Greece but the quality of food is really unparalleled.  American food seems so devoid of life after eating food that is truly alive.  I mean what the hell is the ‘living salad’  at the local Jewel or Whole Foods.  I  hope its living, its produce for gods sake not cardboard!  I typically don’t buy organic produce in the states for financial reasons but I would like to enjoy it on a regular basis.  For some reason here I don’t feel as concerned about that.  True, it is harder to find organic produce in the supermarkets here but I feel like whatever chemicals they’re using are far superior than the American ones because this stuff is actually bursting with flavor. Not to mention people here seem to live well into their 100’s despite chain smoking for at least 80 years and drinking copious amounts of raki until they just keel over.  So I guess ill take my cue from the locals.  When in Rome right?! Oh yippe! Cant WAIT to start smoking…………..(just kidding mom!)

ps: village chicken turned out great!

no fuss meal: thickly sliced potatoes, the village chicken, some coarsely sliced onion, a few cloves of garlic, salt & pepper, a couple big (by American standards) splashes of olive oil and in the hot oven it goes for a while…i like to just kind of feel it out, but somewhere around 45 minutes or so.  after its done splash with some fresh lemon juice, oregano if you’re feeling frisky and dig in!

getting blissed out in the kitchen!

getting blissed out in the kitchen!

Crete

28 Jan

We made it to crete! We were up on the boat ALL night…..Amy picked us up with Pantelis (cab driver) so I guess that was our last ride in a normal car for awhile! Haha. Unlike our Athenian cab drivers he did not provide a personal fiscal report nor elaborate on his thoughts about the crisis. Thank god. 5am is just too damn early for all that!

Costas was up and at em at 7:00am waiting for us 😉 with a fire burning in the wood stove. Which is great because it really does a fabulous job of heating the house, only problem is the exhaust pipe thing doesn’t seem to be doing its job very well so it’s pretty smokey inside. I already feel like I’m camping. I smell like I’ve been out in the woods for days and I haven’t even been here an hour. I’m really glad i got that manicure before i left? We slept for a bit in our simply furnished room downstairs. We opted for the tighter quarters instead of the roomier suite upstairs with queen bed and private bath due to the installation of screens a few years back which render the glass part of the window useless in its inability to close. Besides I was worried that the open door policy of that room would signal an invitation to our four legged furry friends to come and join us and I just don’t think I’m ready for that yet. One thing at a time.

We met Amy for lunch at the neighboring taverna which appeared to be THE hot spot for Sunday lunch today. Every table packed with people and all kinds of delicious looking food! We paused to strategize where we would sit and how best to avoid all the cigarette smoke. Luckily we found a table tucked in a cozy corner next to a window I could open and close at my leisure. I couldn’t help but think this is what the great Buddha had in mind when he spoke of karma. “Retired heavyweight champion chain smoker forced to sit in enclosed space with reigning champion chain smokers as penance.” Well at least I have a shot at enlightenment now. Or would it be Nirvana? Anyway wrong country.

We sat at the table for some time before the waiter, who last time I saw him was literally working in his pjs, sweats and slippers walking around in the grass I kid you not! He cleared the table and we waited for what seemed like a really long time before the owner came out with a big beautiful salad! Yay! And then she made a bunch of scribbles on her pad and came back with a shitload of food which was on the house! Finally for dessert she brought out an oval shaped plate piled high with fried potatoes! My favorite! I love a country where dessert is homemade fries! The day we set sail for Crete we had a light lunch of spanakorizo (spinach rice, really trying to get that iron in!) and some bread and cheese. We had an early (by Greek standards) dinner (10pm) on the boat before pretending to get some shuteye during the night. After passing yet another sleepless night in transit there was nothing left for our bodies to do, especially mine, than get some sleep. When I woke, shortly before meeting Amy, I could feel the little nugget kicking away in my belly. Just flopping around like a happy little camper. Wheee!! I was daydreaming about a mini slip and slide in there. Well, I came to realize that what was really going on was little Zeus/Gypsydoodle was saying, and I quote because we already have that mother/child unspoken bond, “hey you asshole give me some food. I’m fucking starving down here!” I think she’s gonna take after me 😉

Well It is absolutely gorgeous here. Gorgeous.  The White Mountains can only be described as lush merengue peaks bursting out of rock and green hills. They are thickly blanketed in snow and so impressively huge. Down here at sea level it is what can only be described as an Irish shade of green! Ahem, mom! Halikouti (the dog) really looks healthier than I’ve seen him in the past. I suppose he’s decided to clean up his act and start eating like a normal dog, only 3 square meals of Eukaneuba for him these days. I guess someone made some New Years resolutions around here.

Our room is super cozy thanks to the space heater the neighbor lent us.  Her and her husband insisted we stay in one of their rooms-free of charge?-until we get settled in.  I don’t know about that, but I will take advantage of the hot water over there until I can get the situation over here figured out.

I have noticed quite a few flys buzzing about. Perhaps due to the warmer weather? Well there happens to be one lone wolf of a fly in our bedroom flying from one side of the room to the next. I feel like I’m watching a tennis game. Back and forth. Back and forth. This sucker ain’t going down without a fight. I think I’ll name it Venus. Maybe Serena. I mean it is a big and black!

Time for bed! Xoxoxo

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