It’s all about the incandescent, the desirable, and the nonsensical that live in the in-between of real life. It’s the small glimpses of pure pleasure and passion that can only be realized through the slow curl of a smile, and the startling throw of your head at a single laugh.
It’s about the dreaming and the feeling of ambition that motivates us forward. It’s that French song playing candidly in the back of your mind as a soundtrack to your afternoon. It’s that book you reference as an explanatory means to your momentary bad luck.
It’s about knowing reality and the make-believe, and dangerously flirting with the diaphanous line that separates the two. It’s about being happy in the moment, letting go of the past, and not burdening the mind with thoughts of the future. It’s about floating and not touching any boundaries.
Of course, this state is not constant, but a momentary happenstance of joy. It is the inhale before the dive.
Reviewing a recent post “a transition” I realize that I need to start incorporating more artwork into my posts about thoughts on life. Art is beautifully expressive, not only to the individual who creates it but also, to the viewer.
Georgia O’Keeffe has always been one of my favorite artists. One afternoon while sitting in an introductory art history class, her White Trumpet Flower flashed onto the projector screen. Unlike the other artwork being shown, the quite strength and serenity of the flower engulfed the screen. Its illuminating presence captivated me
But to follow up with a post about growth and movement I find her large flowers to be the perfect compliment. They are bold, beautiful, and unabated. Something I also, wish to master when it comes my life. The exotic nature in which O’Keeffe captured the flowers’ essence was extremely controversial. The sensuality of her paintings both infatuated and brought about strong disapproval from viewers.
BOLD: I want be bold and daring, taking new chances and challenges when the opportunity presents itself.
BEAUTIFUL: I equate true beauty with elegance, something that is level, calm headed, and confident.
UNABATED: I need to be relentless in my pursuit of passion as I experience and grow.
Not only is speaking Greek part of your grade if you decided to take Dr. Anderson’s Greek Civilization course, but it is a great opportunity to get outside your comfort zone and immerse yourself into the culture. First things first, get down the basics, they go a long way. Always know how to say please ‘parakalo’ or thank you ‘efkharisto’ in whatever country you are visiting! And it is beneficial to familiarize yourself with the conditional of ‘to like’ that way you are more polite when asking for something from a street vendor, waiter, or hotel manager. In this case tha-i-the-la… translating to I would like… is perfect! Your attempt to communicate in Greek is appreciated, that small amount of effort goes a long way. The people are grateful you are trying to adapt to their culture rather than expecting them to speak to you in English. And hey, if you have darker features and a good accent people even think you might be Greek! It happened to me!
An important thing to remember with languages is that it is not always about the talking; listening is a huge part of communication. Listen for where the emphasis is placed on words. An important word to get the correct emphasis is thank you – ef-kha-ri-sto – emphasis is on the end of the word. Also, listening to your surroundings enables you to pick up on words said on the streets. For example, while in Athens you’ll ride the metro, the stops are announced first in Greek then English, so you can pick up on the word next and stop. Something that does not appear in English but is common in other languages is informal vs. formal usage of words to address different groups of people out of politeness or respect. Geia sas is a formal greeting to one person, or informal to a group, while geia su is informal. It does matter that you use these correctly.
Okay, I’m not saying you have to have a diary to write elaborate entries into every fifteen minutes when something spectacular happens, but to simply write down names of places you’re going, restaurants your eating at, and even what you’re eating is a great souvenir. I did not really get this memo before I left for the trip, but I purchased a tiny notebook with a penholder that I could easily slip into a pocket or my shoulder bag for quick notes, new words l had learned, or quick sketches. Several students had Moleskins that have a collapsible pocket in the back, which turns it into a great place to stow I.D. and Euros. Taking pictures is also a no brainer, but many times students forget to actually get in the pictures! A playful way to document your trip is by shooting videos. One student accomplished this through a video recording application on her phone, then later compiled and edited the footage to make an outstanding video! Another great souvenir that will be truly memorable!
A common question that came up a lot was to tip or not to tip? Well, all in all you don’t have to tip, it is already included into the price of the meal. But then sometimes with a large group and ordering a lot of food however, the owner will give you a complementary dessert or dessert shot, and it is nice to leave a couple of coins per person. Think of the desserts as a silent thank you for your patronage, and the coins as a tip of the hat to your appreciation of their gift.
Be prepared to eat delicious food for a very long time. Normally we eat dinner around 6-7ish in America, but in Greece dinner really gets going around 9ish. So your dinner group will more than likely be the only people at the restaurant, but this means no waiting and you get the pick of the tables! Dinner will last well over two hours. It is not like America where the waiter is a pissed of college graduate and the restaurant is more concerned about getting people in and out of the door as quickly as possible to make a profit. It is a very casual and relaxed atmosphere, and when the waiter walks by with out saying anything to you, he is not ignoring you; he is letting you enjoy your meal, rather than pestering you every 4 minutes about refills.
I know you have sat down and properly budgeted all your money for the next three weeks. Right? Sure. Well I want shove this in the back of your mind, keep pushing till it hits the back. Great! Be dualistic with your food money, conserving it during some meals, while splurging on others. I found it easiest to save my money during breakfast and lunch. Normally a traditional Greek breakfast consists of a hot cup of milk, tea or coffee with toast and spanakopita, a spinach and feta pastry. All of the hotels during your stay have decently good continental breakfast! This consists usually of coffee, tea, juice, water, Greek yogurt, honey, cereal, feta, tomatoes, cucumber, kalamata olives, cheese, bread, and ham. These items were the basics and each hotel had variations of these. But wait till you arrive at Mykonos. Poseidon Hotel had the most amazing continental breakfast! Playing into the stomachs of their predominately Western European and American visitors, they had all the elements of the other hotel’s breakfast, but also spoiled us with bacon, eggs, pancakes, Nutella and a fresh pressed orange juice maker!
Typically, lunch is Greece’s main meal, consisting of a meant and pasta or rice dish, but for Americans it isn’t this way, we hold out until dinner. For a fast lunch, it is easy to find a shop that sells gyros right on the street, there is no need to walk into the restaurant, it has fantastic ‘walk through’ windows if you will. To my surprise, I came to find out that a majority of gyros have thick French fries stuffed into them! The tomatoes, cucumber, onions, and tzatziki sauce were no surprise, but French fries? The majority of the days when the group is walking between museums or sites, gyros are Dr. Anderson’s go to meal: quick, easy, cheap, and delicious! Another great way to save money is having a small picnic of sorts. If you are going out later on in the evening and you would rather save some money for drinks or gifts, go to the local market and pick up salami, cheese, bread, almonds, and fruit. You can easily walk out of the store spending under six euros and have a wonderful tapas dinner! Unbelievable right? Yes, it’s true!
One day I highly recommend you splurging on lunch is in Santorini! It is just a short 20 minute bus ride to Kamari Beach, but once your there you will find the most amazing pizza place Bella Napoli, where the owner is a descendent of the decadent pizza gods from Italy. If Dr. Anderson says it is the best place to get pizza in Greece, then it is the best place in Greece to get pizza. The restaurant sits on the shore of a beautiful pebble beach and where two other students and I had front row seats. Tha-i-the-la margarita pizza parakalo!! Yum. Also, definite splurge moments, the infamous lamb in a clay pot at Estia, a lovely restaurant in the Plaka in Athens. We frequented dinner here so often that the waiters began to fight over serving us!
Just walk away. If there is an opportunity to venture off from the larger group, whether by yourself or with one or two others, DO IT!! Unless you become horribly, horribly lost, you will not regret this. I have too many great stories to share in this tiny space, but I will tell you one of the things I learned about venturing out on my own. It allowed for pertinent ‘me’ time. Spending three weeks with a large group can become draining, and desolate of time to recharge. So, get out there and explore! You don’t have to become the ‘loner’ of the group but simply having that curiosity will lead to great rewards!
My experiences and advice to you was compiled through pure and simple observations and interactions with peers, teachers, tour guides, locals, the book Eat, Pray, Love, and a little Greek phrase book required for a class. Though I am not a world-renowned travel writer, I did study abroad for three weeks, giving me the validation I need. The stories I give to you are authentic and the advice I tell is sincere. I want you to have an amazing time, and me sharing this with you is the only way I know how to help! So, Enjoy!
 People will indicate whether to use the informal form of the word. If people you meet are more willing for you to address them in the informal they might say something along the lines, “mi-la mu ston e-ni-ko” roughly translating to ‘speak to me in the singular.’ Lonely Planet: Greek Phrasebook, ed. Meladel Mistica (Australia: Lonely Planet Publications Pty Ltd, 2012), 109.
This advice was originally written as an eleven page paper, but realizing that nobody would ever read such a long and boring post, I broke it up into smaller sections! I tried my hand at a different style of writing, keep my thoughts and points crisp and at my best attempt, witty. It’s different for me so I hope you enjoy!
Three words to remember Indulge, Appreciate, and Relax
I want this advice to be casual and personal with my best attempt to be witty and entertaining, and though I don’t have a good history with either, I will try my utmost effort! There are many times when I simply wished to talk with a former Greece study abroad student, but never found the means to do so.
Understanding through the eyes of a peer is drastically different than asking a teacher or doing personal research, both are still very helpful, but knowing what to wear and what to expect was a challenge. So, here in this travel guide, my hopes are to pass the knowledge I gained on to the next group of students. I will share my knowledge about the pre-stages of traveling on a study abroad trip, and advice when you finally arrive, all while tangling in my own experiences and stories from Greece.
First, let me explain the three words I attached to the title of my advice; one I learned to do while there, one I still can’t understand fully, and one that is critical for fully enjoying the experience. All of these culminate together to recognize the value of the journey.
I wish for all study abroad students to indulge, for this is a once and a lifetime opportunity, whether you have traveled abroad before or this is your first time. Each experience is unique and invaluable. Now, I said indulge, not be immature or obnoxious. You are American and judgment will inevitably be passed on you, but that is his or her problem and not everyone you meet. You are over the age of 18 and should know how to conduct yourself with composure and humility, while still having a wildly great time!
While abroad, do not forget to appreciate your surroundings and the people who enabled you to be there. For someone who had not traveled abroad before the Greece trip in 2012, I was naïve in my expectations for I had nothing to base them on. Once there, I was like a little kid glued to the TV, completely stuck, captivated by the pure joy of being in Greece. I was grateful for every little reaction to the breathtaking views, interaction with the locals, the knowledge I gained from ancient sites, the incredible art I saw (both ancient and contemporary), etc.
Finally, and most importantly, you must relax, so you can fully enjoy your abroad experience. If you are uptight, worrying, and stressing out over everything you’re vision will become clouded and you won’t be able to see all the potential opportunities for an amazing experience. I will also admit, that this advice is coming from someone who assumes that you have all the technical things already figured out, such as budget, passport, paperwork, etc.
Reflecting on my day, it was very long, strenuous, and displacing. As graduation approaches, I fear that I may not find a job come October, once my internship has ended. All I wish to recount from this long day is the steam sticking to the windows of my office building from the heat of a Nashville summer. The building isn’t truly mine; I’m just interning. I just claim ownership for now. It is a place I feel at home and welcomed.
With a recent move to the east side of Nashville, my life has been uprooted and replanted. It is odd to make such as comparison, though. Comparing my transitory moments to the repotting techniques of a gardener seems both fitting and misplaced.
The more cautious side of me hesitates at such a harsh and brutal uprooting; I was happy where I was. The shock will surely kill my mind screams! But in the back of my mind I know that if taken care of properly, everything will turn out to be all right.
But as usual, impulse is overcome by reason. The nature of the object (my life in question) would be content, as is, but the brutal awakening of the transplant is room to grow.
Queue nurture. As I develop more ideas, experiencing, learning, and living I begin to expand. I need more room.
As I was packing to move into my new house, my dad mused, “Well, first is was one trip in a van to get you moved into school, then it was two vans and a car to move you out of school, now it is a U-Haul trailer and a car. Next, is going to be a moving truck, I guess. You sure do collect more things than you realize as you get older.”
My roots are thickening, further penetrating the soil and taking hold. It is a wonderful feeling, this growing up. I’m accepting it with every heartfelt laugh and tear, every new exposure and loss, and also, every mistake. I take pride in those, however, hopefully I don’t have too many. But by making mistakes I know I am living. It means I’m learning something new, which for me is one of the most rewarding experiences.
I know I should have posted more frequently about my trip to Greece, but during those moments of living the experiences I never thought twice about stopping, only moving forward to the next new thing. So, here is my attempt to make up for that!
Location: Delphi, Greece
Date: May 18, 2012
Time: 11:08 PM
An interesting thought just crossed my mind. I was challenged twice today. Not the kind of challenge you and a group of friends play involving some sort of show-boaty finish, but rather two people caught me completely off guard by their wish for me to pursue something, to continue on in something I found to be difficult.
The first time was today was my attempt to draw a sphinx in the Delphi Museum. I loved the enormity of the stone sculpture; the sense of grandeur and confidence conveyed through the posture was striking. I wanted dearly to document it within the cream pages of my travel log, maybe, hopefully, capturing some of its secret power. A secret power I could conjure and call upon later in moments of weakness. Perhaps it was the mystical gas that surrounds the myth of Delphi that was getting to me. But after getting out my journal, uncapping my pen (already frustrated with myself for not having pencil with me), and positioning myself far enough away to really get a good look at the sculpture, I admitted defeat even before I began. Then a fellow student happened to wander by asking what I was doing – to an onlooker it might seem strange, I was in the correct position to be sketching, but I was withholding the action. I mentioned my intention and received encouragement from him, but still dismissed my initial want. I continued to wander through the room, never straying too far from the Sphinx sculpture, always looking back to make sure it was still there. I don’t know why I thought it would move, but I did. Reflecting on it now, I was already beginning to regret not doing something to document it.
Later, running into my professor, we discussed our shared fascination with the grandiose object, which would have adorned a 12.5-meter column protecting the Siphian treasury at Delphi. I made mention of my failed attempt to sketch it, and had completely removed any further pursuit of the object, but then she challenged me, saying that I really should try again. This shocked me, not in the jaw dropping sense, but rather it was a complement that my professor would want me to pursue such a task. I was semi-upset with myself for not thinking of it. I tried to draw it and kind of succeeded. It wasn’t the documentation I had pictured to be staining the pages of my journal, but it was the first step.
— Can I just please note that I’m in a hotel in Delphi up late trying to go through my thoughts, surrounded by Germans. All speaking their native tongue – I LOVE TRAVELING –
The second time I was un-expectantly challenged was walking to find some lunch with a classmate. We were walking back from the Delphi museum, and I was trying to describe the sensation of walking out of the noisy club into the silence last night. In the moment I couldn’t find the words to describe the pressure that coats your inner ears after only an hour of deafening music from a club. To my slight frustration with my inability to describe the feeling he simply said, “Well, try.” Again, the wish for me to continue on completely caught me off guard. I rebalanced my self from the slight stumble that occurred and stood slight taken aback. The confidence that this elicited in me was fantastic. It is almost as if he knew I could, but I was too lazy to try. Which is true, I’m use to things coming easily to me, and when that didn’t happen I chose to disregard the whole situation. I also think it was the fact that it showed genuine interest. He wanted me to continue my explanation of the feeling, rather than the normal person who would just move on to the next story.