Bleh...

Today was a yucky day for me :( I woke up not feeling well and then it escalated so much I had to leave work. Not like me. I slept the whole day and I'm still tired. Something's not right.

I'm in a weird place in my life. I don't know why. I am lonely...I feel like everyone likes their life but me right now. That's kind of pathetic. I know it will blow over because I don't get depressed very often and I usually snap out of it pretty quickly but it sucks when I'm here :( Not lonely because I don't have friends but lonely because I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't like their life. I'm not depressed enough to cry though - that's a good sign :) ha!

The new year starts in two days. I have to get it together before then so I can make a plan. I love plans :) The sad part is I don't even know what to plan, hmmmm. I will think about it and come up with something. I usually do a physical, mental, spiritual and financial goal for each year. I think this year will be very tiny goals though because I'm feeling a little unmotivated. Really, I will probably feel more successful by the end of the year because if you under-promise and over deliver - hehehe...what a corporate motto, huh?

How does the rest of the world deal with depression? How do you see something that is happening in your life and commit to letting it go? I mean, I know how - I guess sometimes we don't want to..we hope that it will change so we wait for "hope". The reality is that it may never change and then we end up waiting for a long, long time. Then we feel like we've invested so much time that we shouldn't give up "then". Then we've wasted ten years "hoping" this "thing" work the way we wanted it to and it doesn't. So why waste any time and just not accept that this isn't the way it should be and I let it go and move on. And I just eliminated wasting ten years of my life. Thank you blog therapy. :) And people pay therapists? ha!

Just kidding - it's so much easier to analyze a situation than it is to practice it. The sad part is - I don't really know what I'm holding on to, but I know something is holding be back right now as we speak and I need to figure it out and move on!

I think the scary part is, usually when I have an obstacle in life that causes me to get depressed it means that I have to change something within myself. Who wants to admit that they have a flaw or something about themselves they need to change? Admitting we need to change is hard, isn't it? Is it just me being weird? I don't know, but change will happen soon!!!

Anyhoo - way past my bed time - nite nite :)

Mistakes

So I am very human. In fact at times too human. I make mistakes and sometimes, yes, even grave one's that I wish I could go back in time and redo. I hope that my mistakes don't cost me friendships. You see, texting under the influence is bbbaaaaadddd! I not only manage to text under the influence but to text under the influence to several people...not good. That means that if I cross the line some friends won't forgive me and maybe even quit talking to me. I hope that's not the case but it might be :(

Guilt. Disgust. Loserish. Regret. All those feelings swirled in my heart today. I'm not one to ever regret but I think I did today when I woke up.

Anyhoo - Today is a weighty day for me and I'm ready to rest and go to sleep...nite nite.

Like Heroin

I wake up and think about it. The first thing I do in the morning is get up, put on my coat and scarf, go outside and light one. I was sitting in the chair and relaxed with every inhale. I felt like a heroin addict. As if it put me in another world, another mood perhaps.

I had quit smoking for nearly six years. Then, about two months ago I picked up the wretched habit again. Disappointed in myself, my choice, my weakness. The five years I didn't smoke I remember days when I would daydream about smoking as if it were my happy place. It was. I remember driving with my music loud, my bandana on, my non-driving foot out the window and thinking, 'if I had a cigarette this would be a perfect picture.'

How sad. A cigarette. A cancer stick. That is my daydream of a perfect picture.

Loser! I know. Smoking is harder for me to quit than anything else. It is a nasty, nasty addiction. I can taste the smell in my mouth all day. I can smell it in my car when I get in. I bring a trail of "smell" when I walk into a room after going outside to smoke. Disgusting.

Not to mention, my son. He is the most important reason for me to NOT smoke. I want to live a long healthy life for my son. I don't ever want him to get second hand smoke. I don't want him to grow up thinking mom is a "smoker". If anything, I would quit for him.

Brainwashing...

So, recently someone I know started attending church on a weekly basis - which isn't a bad thing. Then, she turns to me and says "Now, that I've been going to church I want you and your husband to work it out." Really? So church tells you that I need to endure another day of hell? I don't get it.

I think people give too much credibility to churches. I mean, I believe in God --tremendously! I have a tremendous amount of faith BUT I don't believe in making choices because the "church" says God frowns upon it.

I love to go to church and learn. Especially when they are teaching the Bible, but I don't believe what the minister says just becuase he is the one saying it. I look at it as a different perpspective, interpretation, of the Bible. There many, many times when I hear what a certain scripture says and take my own interpetation on it. I'm not saying I make the interpretation an "easy" one for me, in fact I think many churches make them "easy" interpretations.

I think it's easier for humans to have crazy rules and disciplines, that way they don't have to think for themselves. Of course, this is just my opinion. And I find that many times people don't even want to know why they believe what they believe so it doesn't skew their thoughts. Does this make sense?

I believe that when people make choices based upon what the "church" says they should, it allows them to "not" be responsible for their actions. For example, I stayed with my husband because I was molded to believe that "God" doesn't like divorce. NEWSFLASH: He doesn't like people verbally abusing others AND He doesn't like husband's stealing from their wives, etc., etc. You get my point? When I finally opened my eyes and realized what a bad situation I was in I got the heck out! Then I remember looking back and thinking "what the hell was I doing?" and I remember staying in the relationship just because I thought I was suppose to...lesson learned.

Humans should use their better judgement - there is no life rule book. I believe the Bible gives us a guideline in life on how to be good people, but it doesn't say be a dumbass!

I think there are reasons to go church and learn about the Bible and have fellowship but I probably don't agree with the reasons most go. I also don't judge the people that do go to church and live their lives differently from mine. I just have my own opinion on these matters. I also think there many other religious books to learn from - but that's an entirely different entry :)

Anyhoo--

Back to Reality

The days pass and I miss my sister :( I wish we lived closer. Going back to work wasn't easy but I got back into the swing of things pretty quickly. Now I just wait for her to visit here in March!!! I'm so excited about that. In the mean time, I'm just chillaxing :) Not really much going on in my world.

What does life have to offer?

I was thinking all morning about how people say "life has so much to offer". Is it true? Does life really have much to offer? OR, do people make the best out of the life they have? I vote B. I think there are people who like to have pity parties and complain about what life deprived them of, about how much "bad luck" they've had and I think there are people who make the best out of life and make everything an opportunity.

Let me define this though: When I say make the best out of life I mean if you can only afford peanut butter and jelly, then you make the best out of it. I'm certainly not saying the monetarily rich make the best out of life, by no means. People who sit around and complain about only having peanut butter and jelly are never happy. They could be eating filet mignon and they will be wishing they were eating in Monaco. I always hear, "if we could only win the lottery", "I've never had good luck in my life", "I should of...", "I wish I had...", "If you only knew what I went through in my life...". How do people live like this always "wondering". Hello world! Everybody has a story! And you know what? I gaurantee you if you would take the time to listen to someone else's story -- you will find one more heartbreaking than yours.

Trials in life make us who we are -- that's it. If we all sit around complaining about them then we will never grow as individuals or learn anything. Complaining makes us sour inside and black. People who are never happy, I believe also like to blame everyone for their misery. They will not take responsibility for the choices they make in life.

I will never understand it. I will never understand how, they live their life like this - wasted! In the land of pity party.

To Blog or Not to Blog

There are days like to today when I feel like blogging but I really don't have anything to say, but I want to have something to say. Hmmm...what can we talk about? Should we talk deep or trivial?

I spoke with my cute sister today - she ate my pizza and my coke zero after I left :( she hates them both, that's how much she misses me...our next mission - March 2010 - she's coming to visit me for about 10 days - wooohooo!!! Houston: here we come! Oh, and Las Vegas...hmmm and maybe New York - we'll see. I already feel like we don't have enough time to do everything and she hasn't even bought the ticket - ha! I can't wait! She gets to come see my world. Meet my friends. See my home. Eat where I eat. Drink coffee where I drink coffee. I'm so excited.

That's the note for the day. I hope everyone who has siblings cherishes them. Doesn't take them for granted and appreciates what they have. Don't fight over trivial things and make sure you talk as often as you can. Do things together and spend quality time together just laughing. Know one another and NEVER be mean to each other. Life is too short and some of us haven't had the luxury of a sibling our whole life like most of you.

Just love each other.

The End of the Beginning

Well, today, I'm home. It is bittersweet. My last night in Greece was quite comical. We drove around for about 2 hours (at least it felt that long :)) looking for a fish tavern. My first day there I said I wanted to eat fresh fish while I was there, and Nick was determined to get me fish :) Everything was closed. Finally, we found a place waaaayyyy out and we went. It was so yummy! There is nothing like fresh fish in Greece. By the time we found a restaurant the kids were asleep. The little one even slept in the restaurant. I don't think he ever realized we went out to eat - ha! We got home around 11 p.m. and everyone went to bed but my sister and me. We stayed up all night talking until it was time for me to pack and go to the airport. It's funny how when you want time to go slow it goes even faster. We couldn't make it stop. So, instead, I watched her eat a 1/2 kilo of ice cream :) My sis. Leaving her made me so sad. Now that I know her I don't want to be without her. I feel like I can't miss out on any more time with her, you know? I spoke to her today and it's so so weird that I was just there and now I'm not. She is coming to visit me in March and I can't wait!!!

I not only brought back my luggage, but a nasty, nasty cold. Miserable, I tell you. I will be taking meds before bed and I will be OUT! My little Zach was exstatic when he saw me. Mom didn't tell him they were picking me and he just started screaming with excitement. I missed him sooooo much! He gave me the biggest hug ever and it felt so good.

I showed him pictures of my sister and his cousins and he told me "mom, I don't want to go to New York. I want to go meet my cousins." Make my heart melt. My sweetheart!

Well, it's good to be back but sad to be gone.

Nite nite

A Shopping Day!

I had such a fun day with my sister today! I got to spend the evening with just her and I shopping in Glyfada. It was so much fun! I bought the cutest Italian boots EVER! Of course, the day isn't a day without ice cream. We planted our butts outside the ice cream shop, we ate and talked and laughed. Then we were laughing so hard on the way home, she got lost - ha! It was hilarious. Good times! Life has been great the last week and it is quickly coming to an end. I really try not to think about it but when I look at her and know that in a few days I won't get to see her beautiful face it makes me sad :( Such is life though, huh? Anyhoo - going to bed on a good night - great boots!

Tomorrow we have another filming with the show - bleh. But it's part of the deal, unfortunately.

Nite nite

Just a Day...

We didn't do anything today. I mean we didn't leave the house - my sister and I can't get enough of each other just hanging out :) I went downstairs and saw my father today, twice. He asks for me when I'm not there, but I find it a chore to go down there. It seems as though he likes to listen to me talk. That is definetely one thing I do well, so I did. He just sits there and every now and then he mutters "tetete". He wants us to understand so badly what he is saying and you can see the frustration in his eyes, so we have to guess and he can answer yes or no, but it's sad. On the other hand, I think it's better that I he can't tell me anything, because the relationship could have been skewed by reality. The truth. The words that might make me dislike him. This way, he is just a human to me and I can actually sympathize with his situation. It sounds harsh, but the truth is harsh. You may read that and think I am cruel, but you also didn't go through what I went through. So, don't judge me. :) I know I am a better person for not having him in my life, but then I feel bad because my sister did, have him in her life that is. It makes me sad to know that she had a rough life, like mine, but different - that's what makes us so similar, I think. BUT that's also what makes her such a strong, amazing woman :)

Tomorrow we are suppose to go shopping - I'm excited to spend the day with her. I love her so much! Then, on Wednesday, we have another shoot with the show :) Ha! I'm dying with the recordings! Oh, well, a small price to pay for the experience :)

Snow!

It snowed all around today, except here. So we were going to drive up to Parinthos, in the mountains, to take a cable car up to the top of the mountain. You gotta roll with the punches in this place :) The traffic was horrendous! We finally park, only to find out the wait for the cable car is 2 hours. Ha! Thank God my sister spoke my thoughts (because we are the same of course). She quickly said, we're not waiting, let's let the kids play in the snow outside where we are and let's go eat :) Well, we ended up driving up a little to find a "clean" snowy area and let the kids play in it. It was too cute! We were also meeting a cousin of ours and her husband, so, in the middle of all this we are communicating with them about where to meet. We head back down the mountain - to sit in traffic some more. Finally we hit the highway and we are heading towards the tavern. It's in a small village called Malakas (not to be accentuated like malakas for those of you who speak Greek). The food was fantastic! Oh my gosh! The table was full of food that I could have grazed on all night. After a days trekk we ate for about an hour and headed home. We were all sleepy. I fell asleep on the couch, but clearly I woke up to write this :)

It's already Sunday and I'm dreading Friday. I am going to miss them soooo much! It seems as if the slower I want time to go the faster it goes. Isn't that the way it always is?

Nite nite

Lounging

So, it turns out we haven't left the house in three day - ha! We are loving it! My sperm doner, dad, lives downstairs from my sister. I went to see him today and showed him some pictures. New and old, from when he was in the states, he stared at them very intently. He was amazed that he had a grandson on the other side of the globe, that he had never met. You could tell by the look in his eyes. When he saw old pictures, of him holding me when I was little, you could tell he was remembering. Who knows? Right?

Anyway, the day passed and we hung out. Eleni made this amazing soup for lunch and as the night rolled in and the kids went to bed, me, Eleni and Nick sat around the computer playing old greek songs on youtube :) Some new songs, some american songs and some very very deep songs made the playlist. We laughed soooo much! It's four in the morning now and they just went to bed; that's how long we've been sitting here cracking up laughing and singing. Good times!

I find myself staring at my sis a lot. She's very beautiful. We have the same hands and feet. She has the Godawful arch on her feet like me :) When I see the way music moves her I think of me. We have the same fire inside when it comes to music - it's beautiful.

Life's funny, huh? I have a sister! It's funny to me. Somehow, with no past we have an instant relationship. It would have been different if we were different, but we have so many similarities it's freakish :) Even roulette! She loves to play roulette like me, hehehe. We both love the ocean and water and boats. We both love to eat, somehow it doesn't effect her like it does me - I mean her food, somehow, doesn't turn into fat like mine.

I wish my Zachary was here with me :( I realized today that he has got to learn Greek! I want to visit here with him May and he has to be able to communicate with his cousins. My nephews, Telli and Sami, are soooo cute! And Sami, Sami is the spitting image of Zach. They are just precious. Beautiful boys. Oh! And she and I both always wanted boys. We don't understand girls :)

Being near her has been so amazing! It's going to be very sad on Friday when I have to leave. In fact, I don't want to leave, but I have to :( Now that I have her I don't want us to be apart. I want to be able to call her and we go get our nails done or go shopping or go have coffee or just sit around and listen to music and laugh. The way it's suppose to be. I hope she comes and visits me in the states soon! That would be fantastic! That way all you guys can see her and love her too!

Tomorrow we are suppose to go up into the mountains to see some major snow. Exciting!

Nite nite!

Getting to Know Each Other

Parallel lives. We both agree we lived parallel lives. So many similarities and trials in our lives and both similar. It's amazing. Had we met years past we probably would have started a life together. Who knows? Everything happens for a reason. We were suppose to meet now for a reason. A reason no one will ever know. In the meantime we feel like we missed out on each other's lives. It's sad, but we have our whole life ahead of us! :) Now we can live our "wise" years together :) Who knows, maybe I will open my coffe shop here in Greece ;) All I know is that I'm so happy to have found my sister. I feel like my life is weirdly complete. I didn't know I would feel this way but it's a darn good feeling. You look at someone, a stranger, and you realize they are from the same blood. It's kind of hard to understand at times, but I quickly feel the closeness seconds later. With kids running around the house, the fire burning in the fireplace, my sister getting ready to cook (that's my favorite part :)) and Nick bringing in groceries - all I'm missing is my Zachary - my baby.

The Funnies

So today had a few serious moments but let's not overlook the funny stuff. My sister and I, her name is Eleni too, hung out all day. Early this afternoon we decided we wanted to have a "winter" moment so we put on some Christmasy music and we were going to light the fireplace. Eleni went downstairs to collect the firewood. For a brief moment I felt like "wow, me and my sister are sitting and chatting during the holidays" the way it should be :) She came up stairs and put the wood in the fireplace and proceeded to tell me she had never lit it before; it was always Nick, her husband, who lit it. Really, how difficult could it be? With two Eleni's, anything's possible :) So, she took some paper towels and saturated them with some local stuff they use, i'm guessing like a firestarter, gas, type stuff that they keep in this clear bottle. She also saturated the wood and the entire fireplace with it. We had a great fire going, except we couldn't get the wood to catch fire - it was only the fuel that was burning off and then fire would go out. We tried again, and again, and again - this happened for about 2 hours. Our fire was basically the fuel and we had to keep refueling it to keep the fire going. We were cracking up laughing. That was our fire - ha! the fuel, the firewood was really just for decoration apparently. Finally, we called Nick. Oh Nick, oh wise one. "Go get some small sticks to starts the fire" he tells her - aha! Eureka! So she went and got some small sticks and I'll be darned - it worked :) Clearly, this was a man's job - ha! I think we laughed the entire time at the fact that our fire had to be fed every so often, just too funny!

Meeting My Biological Father

Today was very interesting. Confusing. Akward. Bittersweet. Emotionless, yet full of emotion. My biological father had a stroke last summer and was left speechless and motionless on his right side. He stutters in "tetete", these are his words. He understands and can answer "ne" for yes when you ask him questions. He lives downstairs from my sister. Today we opted to go down stairs and see him. To my surprise, he recognized me. He cried. He wiped his tears and cried again. He couldn't believe I was there. For the first time in 31 years my father saw his daughter. I saw my father. I am not angry that he left, I am a better person. He left my mother and I and never spoke to me since. I don't know that he ever thought he would see me. I know today, that whether he regretted it or not, he is still human and realized in front of his eyes stood his own blood. His wife looked at me, when he was crying, and said "blood can't turn into water." I suppose it's true. Only God knows what my father did: to me, my sister, my mother, his wife, and any one else in the world he mistreated. Today, only God knows his heart: if it's regretful or happy. And only I saw the look in his eyes when he saw me. Unable to speak to me or hug me. He kept squeezing my hand and looking at me intently as if were a newborn, examining my hands and feet and laughing at my tattoos :) He burst into tears and then into laughter, over and over again, at his desbelief that his daughter was sitting in front of him. Then we realized at a moment in time that my dad was looking at both of his daughters, both of his "Elenitsas" sitting together in one room, under one roof right in front of him. It was weird. Strange. I am glad I saw him. I couldn't find a tear to shed though. I couldn't muster up enough water to cry. Because I don't know him to be sad - does that make sense? To me, he was another human. I felt sympathy for his situation but no sympathy for his parenting status...none.

My Sis

Silent, peaceful, tranquil, still
I describe not only the ocean but my heart
The horizon so far
A foreigner to my mind
I wonder why this world is so far from my world
Why her world is so far from my world

Now, I am weightless
Mindless
Fulfilled

Our hands are the same
Our habits
From opposite ends of the earth
Somehow, we share interests and love
Even sorrow and hurt

An arrow from her heart to mine
Connected, tugging
All these years
With no senses, knowledge
Of touch or voice

Now we are together
And to never be apart
At least in our hearts

New Family

It's amazing! I met my sister that I have never met before yesterday! We grew up our entire lives, both only children, not having a sibling. It will be different now! She is absolutely amazing! And her family, well, if she's amazing that tells you what her family is like. I have nephews and cousins I didn't know existed...how sad. In talking with her we have found so many similarities between us - it's awesome! I mean like weird similarities like the way we sit in chairs that we both always got yelled at for, ha! we both have pages and pages of poetry, we both love music and singing from our hearts, sailing and sadly we both had unusual upbringings because of our dad. BUT it is all good now, we each have a new sister :) a relationship that will hopefully never die, never waver but always stand strong. She is sweet, funny, strong (like me-ha!), beautiful, witty, just amazing! She has a super sweet husband who seems very down to earth and just adores her! Her boys, ah her boys, just adorable - it makes me miss my Zachary even more :( can't wait to see him! Her mother is even a sweet, sweet lady! She baked me a bundt cake :) Yummy! My sister cooked me calamari today - wow! Can I live here? Like in her attic or something?

My sister's house sits right on the ocean with a mountain in the background. Soooo beautiful and breathtaking...to wake up to this everyday would be like taking anti anxiety medication naturally :) The balcony is on the 3rd floor and your eyes can see so far!

It's still weird for both of us, just to say "this is my 'sister'". But we both agreed we will get used to it. It's strange how half our lives we will be only children and the other half not. My brains is struggling with this but I love it too! From yesterday I have new family - how weird? But cool!

I look at the stars outside right now and realize all my family and friends back home will be looking at the same stars in 8 hours - it's funny how life works.

Today

I sit and I wait
Wondering why sometimes life is late
Or is it on time
But not on any schedule of mine

Life brings me smiles
And sometimes sadness too
Around the world, so many miles
Just to meet someone new

A journey, adventure for me to embark
In the glorious day today, not lonely in the dark

My First Morning

While I was rumbling around in bed I actually heard a rooster. There is just something about waking up in Greece. Granted, with a 9:10 am wake-up call from the front desk, but none the less - it was great! I sat on my balcony for about 10 minutes and then took a shower. Not just any shower but a 2' x 3' teeny tiney greek shower. Really? I mean every time I tried to run the shower on my face I hit my head on the door - no joke!

I went downstairs to eat breakfast (pictures to come soon) and had a great breakfast. The bread isn't from Mrs. Bairds - it's from a bakery with greek yogurt and granola and greek honey - with apricot jam and feta - mmmm....I was in heaven. The hotel has a resident dog named Bruno, he hung out with me while I ate :) He's really cute, a brown and white cocker spaniel.

Bruno is no fool. I was trying to get him to come to me so I could pet him and he wouldn't budge, but dangle a piece of cheese in front of him and suddenly he loved me! Ha!

Then I sat out in the courtyard and enjoyed the morning. Now, clearly I'm blogging. I'm ready for the day! I think I'm going to venture down to beach - because all the Greeks back home who "warned" me how cold it was here lied :) It's 70 degrees and sunny! Absolutely gorgeous!

I'm sure you will here back from me soon - Good day!

Plaka - Athens

Wow!!! I met a couple here from Philadelphia - Dalinda (?) and Paul - they are sooooo funny! We went into Athens, an area called Plaka, for some ice cream, shopping and walking. It was a beautiful night. The moon, the stars and for a little ambiance, the Acropolis - WOW!!! So majestic - sitting up on top of the mountain lighting the sky like no other star up there :) Absolutely beautiful. It's one thing to be sitting at a cafe and you have the Empire State building as a back drop but it's an entirely different experience to watch the Acropolis and the Parthenon radiate beauty that began in 450 BC. A timeline unfathomable to me, unconceptual but REAL, very very real.

I ate the most amazing gelato tonight at a place called Ice Grill. YUMMY!!! But something very discouraging was the graffiti - so much of it everywhere. It made me sad that humans deface this archaic town with spray paint and no one removes it :(

Another thing we noticed they have a huge stray cat and dog population here. Not the like the states though - these are animals are FAT like me :) They are greek strays by definition.

I am back at the hotel now. It is 11:47 pm here and I am ready to hit the hay.

I will be getting up at 9 am to eat breakfast and go down the beach - not for swimming - just my own viewing pleasure.

Good night all!

The Journey Begins

Monday, December 6, 2010 I left my aunts house at 1:30 for IAH to catch a 4:15 pm flight to Athens, Greece. It was KLM and my stopover was in Amsterdam. What an amazing flight!!! If I could live on a KLM airplane I think I would :) After 9 hours of popping Benedryl to sleep I landed in Amsterdam, Holland at 8:30 am local time. The Amsterdam airport is sooooo freaking awesome its not even funny! They have kids zones, museums, showers, secret rooms for people to smoke, shopping, many many restaurants and so much more that I didn't even get to see :( My favorite part was the signs that listed the terminal names to show you how long it would take you to walk there - ha! Of course, mine said "D - 31 minutes" Really? So in Texas time that meant 1 hour - ha! I go through customs and the guys asks:

"Is Athens your final destination?"
"Yes"
"Why are you visiting?"
"I'm visiting family"
"Is your family from Greece?"
"Yes"
"I could tell you were from Greece when I saw you standing in line"

What the hell does that mean? He could "tell" - did I smell - was it the curly hair - what? it kinda irritated me :) Finally I get to my gate and they announce the gate is open. NOT! The gate to the little area we had to wait for a half an hour was open. So instead of being able to sit in the comfy chairs upstairs in the terminal I had to stand there, eating Dutch pringles (I was starving) watching all the Greeks eyeball everyone. So typical :) My favorite was this older gentleman, who I think was British, who walked through the crowd knocking into everyone with his bag and not saying excuse me. Truly, paybacks are hell, he was sitting in the front of the plane and I went through with my oversized backpack :) Bam! But at least I said excuse me ;) Another three hours to Athens and we landed. As everyone stood up to rush and get their overhead bags I noticed something -it's not just the american Greek males that have the super long pinky nail - THEY ALL DO!!! I will never understand - it's so gross looking ewe!

As the plane hit the runway and I could see the Greek country side I realized these are my roots. It was weird because I don't even think of myself as Greek. I know my lineage is Greek but I just never really embraced the culture. But as my eyes saw the land my heart felt something, something very foreign. I am at hotel Myrtos now with another american couple from Philadelphia we are going to go out for drinks in a bit and see what this Athenian suburb has to offer.

Wish me luck!

Stay posted as my journey is blogged :)