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Here fishy, fishy…

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One of the perks of my job is that it’s seasonal.  I work 6 days a week from May 1 to October 31st.  I work at a hotel, by the way.  This year, understandably, the Greek  tourism industry took quite a hit, and so I had to end work a month earlier.  That means I’m officially unemployed since Thursday, September 30th.  It also means I have to now get a life.  I get so used to the daily work routine that a day without work is almost stressful for me.  What am I going to do?  Who am I going to see? It’s really quite stupid when I think about it, but I’ve been working since I was 13 years old and work is essential to my mental well-being.

This coming winter I’ve made some plans to keep me busy:  I’m going to visit my family and friends in San Francisco in November; I’m going to visit my friend Byrony in London in February; hopefully I’ll be able to travel around to a few more places (which are as of now undecided).  I will focus on my love of cooking;  I’ll also focus on exercising more, which I don’t necessarily love, but I do enjoy. I’m even thinking I’ll sign up for a few dance lessons just to keep busy and learn something new.  I wanted to take advantage of my down time and maybe take a photography class, but unfortunately those are not available here in Nafplio. We are still ways off from offering such things.

While the weather is still nice – sunny and crisp – I’m filling up my days with much more relaxing activities like Sunday-morning fishing with my mom, uncle and aunt, followed by a gorgeous lunch of lamb and eggplant stew (I’m talking SERIOUS YUMMO)  in their backyard under the grapevine’s shade.  What a lovely day.  My uncle George and aunt Anna have a fishing boat – it’s nothing fancy, but it’s more than good enough to use for a relaxing ride out on the waves. This little boat even has a sun cover so you can fish all you want without having to toil under the sun.  They’ve been going on their amateur fishing trips for a few years now, always getting a crowd to join them early on Sunday mornings.  The last time my family went fishing with them was last September, where my sister got stung by a huge bee on top of her head and had to spend the next 10 days looking like that kid from The Mask – not the Jim Carrey movie, but the other one, where Cher is the mom and Eric Stoltz is the kid with the really puffy face.

I could never join them on their fishing excursions because in the summer I always work on Sundays.  It’s been an unfulfilled desire…until today.  Pics below detail our adventure…

The morning view is always best...

Nothing but blue.

Ok, so we don't have the biggest engine, but we were chugging along.

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An afternoon to remember.

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I had an awesome afternoon yesterday.  In fact, I can confidently declare it was the most awesome afternoon of the summer.  I realize it was September 18th, but hey, fall doesn’t technically commence until September 22nd, so my awesome day still falls within the summer parameters.  And when the afternoon boasts a temperature of 90 degrees F your mind doesn’t stray far from summer mode.  

The scene:  an afternoon beach trip.  

The partners-in-crime:  Mom, sister, San Diego and Fak.  

My afternoon started after my jail shift work shift with a fabulous dip in the nearby beach of Plaka.  Plaka in Greek means “a large plate,” and so in Plaka the pebble-covered beach has these large rocky plates in the water – a geological aberration that is not really a hassle, but they is just enough of a deterrent to keep most of the tourists away – or at least the tourists that you don’t want to deal with.  

Behold the beauty of the Argolid coastline:  

A sloth invades the view!

 

Let’s try this one more time without the unwanted intruders…  

Blue skies, blue sea, blue perfection.

 

Marvelous, fantastic, refreshing, gorgeous, perfection.

 

I can't really explain just how great this feels.

 

The sea water was so clear, you just wanted to drink it all in.   Or simply stay in the water until your skin was as wrinkled as a raisin.  It was simply marvelous.  And after our swim it was time for sustenance.  

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Rainy fun.

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Last night was the first time in a long time where, for a few precious moments, I felt like a kid again.  As usual I was enjoying my evening sitting outside in my front yard, along with my mom, my sister and my neighbor.  Out of the blue we felt raindrops on our shoulders.

“Oh, it’s just a passing cloud,” we say.  “It’ll end soon.  Who cares if we get a little wet, let’s just wait this cloud out.”

(Soundtrack of the moment: “Raindrops keep falling on my head.”  A few raindrops didn’t mean our eyes would soon be turning red — Crying’s not for us! Ha!) 

The raindrops, however, persisted.  And so inevitably we split off into three distinct camps:  my sister and I, who kept the hope alive that the rain would stop; my mother, who kept nagging us to move the table under the covered area of our yard even though there was no possible way all four of us would fit under there; and our neighbor, who was at a loss of words – she wasn’t sure who to follow.  Like those friends we all had when we were young; the ones who stayed undecided until they were forced to join a side.

And so we spend a good 10 minutes trying to come to a decision.

“Let’s just wait it out!”

“No, let’s move under cover!”

“It’s not that bad, the rain is easing up!”

“Are you kidding me, it’s feeling stronger to me now!”

“I don’t really know what to do…”

Turns out we were all wrong because from a few scattered raindrops the sky opens up and dumps a big ‘ole bucket of water on us.  We literally had to run for cover.  We were soaked to the bone within seconds.  It was the type of rain that incapacitated any momentary activity.  It was the type of rain that was so strong and noisy it muted out any ongoing conversations.  So much for hoping summer would last a little longer.

“Mom, should we pick up the plates from the table?”

“No, just forget it, don’t pick up anything, let’s go inside until the rain subsides.”

“Ok, but, Mom, where are you going?”

“I’m just picking up the plates really quick.”

Well, you can’t just let your crazy mother sit outside in the rain trying to clean up the soaked pizza, the watered down Bailey’s on ice and beer, and our bag of pumpkin seeds (if anything, this information reveals that we are true connoisseurs when it comes to food.) So we all go out in the rainy deluge to pick up whatever we can and try to tip toe back into the house because to walk on really wet tiles with slippery sandals is an invitation to a cracked coccyx.

So all four of us find ourselves in the house, soaked to the bone, plates and cups filling our hands, wanting to put everything in the sink but at the same time fearing my mother’s reaction if we make a wet footprint trail to the kitchen.  The only thing I could do was burst out laughing because the situation just seems so ridiculous.  We had reverted to being 12-year-olds camping in our backyard and we were caught in the rain.  And our manicures would be ruined! 

“I can’t believe I watered the plants this afternoon.  And damn it, I washed the cars yesterday. All my work is ruined.”

“It’s ok, Mom, let’s just make sure that the water stops leaking in from under the door…” 

It turns out the rain was quite serious.  Some people’s homes and basements were flooded.  My brother couldn’t drive his ass back home because the road was flooded with so much water he could have been pushed out to sea. My sister couldn’t drive her ass back to her house. Thankfully everyone was ok.  It was an evening full of unwanted excitement.

Leave it to me to feel like a kid again on a night like this. 

Ah, the moments that matter...