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  • Boarding a bus on the motorway – driving the wrong way on an exit lane, parking, trying to estimate if it’s safer to stay in the car, watching army airplanes doing loops and worrying the drivers might get distracted, feeling the breeze every time a car passed by, mistaking lorries for buses, stopping a bus on the exit lane, 4 people circling the bus with suitcases, saying goodbye in a hurry, how on earth did we get back on the motorway?
  • snowy mountains over the Malian Gulf
  • passing Thermopylae without even realising it
  • the amazing grill and fireplace
  • the τσίπουρο and tasty seafood
  • sunken Argo and the ghostly cloud
  • „Just a little!”
  • Pilion and Makrinitsa
  • oranges fallen from trees, pretty much as plums in grandma’s garden
  • realising the Parthenon was destroyed  by stupidity in 1687
  • sunny mornings with fresh orange juice and raisin biscuits
  • „Sit!”
  • babysitting Iorghia
  • the grandmother sleeping in the hotel
  • the lake and the frogs
  • George’s people
  • „It’s special! Maybe you want to keep it!” and „I don’t think it’s kosher…”

Unii mi-au reprosat ca am disparut. De fapt, am facut o pauza, departe de calculatoare si e-mailuri suparatoare. Am fost foarte rasfatata in ultimele zile, cu mancare ca la mama acasa si oameni simpatici. Acum sufar de frig in acelasi satuc inghetat si astept urmatoarea aventura.

Toata saptamana m-am gandit la blogul asta si la cate lucruri as vrea sa va povestesc, dar acum nu-mi mai rasare nimic in minte. Dintr-o data, ceea ce mi s-a intamplat nu mai pare demn de a fi scris aici. Stiu doar ca mi-e dor de o mare albastra si un cer insorit, de un grec simpatic (nu rotund si barbos ca 90% dintre ei) care ne zambea in fiecare seara si ne indopa cu bunatati. Mi-e dor de muntii ascutiti si de maslinii care inconjurau institutul, de plimbarile pe marginea drumului, de mutra italianului care s-a luptat cu portia de spaghete si a pierdut, apoi se tanguia la desert: „What is with these plates, I don’t want to see food anymore!!”. De aceeasi mutra necajita in seara urmatoare – „I’m hungry, I want a waffle!!” Mi-e dor de cineva care sa rada daca i-as spune ca mi-am separat pozele din Grecia in doua foldere, G’ si G”.




O pata gri intr-un ocean de culoare.

iulie 2020