Saturday, July 19, 2014

Aegina: Land of the Pistachios

Wake-up call: 6:30 to load up on a bus at 7:15 bound for the Greek island of Aegina. We took a small high-speed boat to the island and headed straight for the Temple of Aphaia, which is still pretty well preserved for being built in 510 B.C.The temple was built for worship of the Greek goddess Aphaia, who is said to be the daughter of Zeus.
Erika and I enjoying the picturesque view of the Saronic Gulf from the top of the temple.
After a visit through the small museum of the temple, we were free to explore the island for the rest of the day! The majority of our group headed out in search of a beach to enjoy some swim time before meeting back up for lunch at a water-side taverna. We found the perfect spot, secluded from the usual tourist traffic on the beach. You better believe that before diving head first into the gleaming blue water, I thoroughly checked the area for sea urchins- and there were plenty of those little suckers everywhere. I carefully dodged around them for a much needed dip in the cool ocean.
Private Beach: Ospreys Only








Instead of letting the sea urchins get the best of us, we decided to search them out and see if we could crack one open. Apparently the locals enjoy eating the inside of the urchin and we thought it sounded like an adventurous idea, until we actually opened one and saw what it looked like. Ewww.

There was a Greek guy swimming near us who was just cracking them open and eating them like candy! Instead, we headed to a traditional tavern for a group lunch. We had spicy cheese dip, Greek salad, amazing meatballs, stuffed zucchini, moussaka and of course watermelon for dessert. For our last remaining hours in Aegina we walked around, exploring the local shops and buying pistachios. Aegina is known for their locally grown pistachios and although I don't usually enjoy them, I have to say they are quite tasty! I even ventured out and tried pistachio gelato. We ended up back at the beach, playing around with a volleyball and just enjoying each others company. Sometimes, it's the simple times like this when we live most like the Greeks. Nowhere to be, no rush, not worried about time or money; just enjoying the company of our friends and enjoying time well spent. Before heading back to home sweet Athens, we watched the sunset over the docked boats and darkening waters.


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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Just Another Day in Paradise

As a student, you would think that we would continually rejoice every time we hear the phrase "field trip." Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about the amount of field trips we get to take in my art class because it's way better than being in a lecture hall every day. But....after a while the pottery and ancient ruins all start to look the same. At least our professor continually has new information to share with us and challenges us to really look at the artwork and see what is happening or being depicted. This morning we visited the National Museum, which required a very long bus ride on the B5, but at least we weren't late today (unlike yesterday, whoops!).

The best part about our field trips is that it requires us to get up and going in the morning because we are done by 11a.m. so we have the rest of the day to do as we wish! Today I had made tentative plans to meet up with one of my Greek friends, Areti. However, communication here is really hard when you only have service when you are connected to wi-fi. She was on a field trip with her photography class as well, and plans changed and we almost couldn't find each other because we couldn't get ahold of each other! Right before Micah and I gave up to head back home, we took one more lap around Monastiriki square and somehow found a fellow classmate with Areti. We decided it was fate because there was no other possible way we could have found each other in the center of Athens. Areti and another Greek student, Karina, had planned an adventure for us so we all boarded the metro, putting our afternoon in their knowledgeable hands!

We rode the red line metro all the way to the end of the line and let the girls lead us to an amazing souvlaki place for a late lunch. I loved having the afternoon to just hang out with Areti and the boys and have no deadlines to be back for. 
The boys and I on the first sandy (instead of rocky) beach we've found!
So beautiful!
I loved this beach and had the urge to just cast away my worries about walking around in wet clothes and just run straight into the dazzling blue waves. But, I wanted to be able to enjoy the rest of our day, so I resisted the urge. This was the first beach we found that wasn't covered in rocks and the sand was actually super soft. I could have stayed there all day but Areti had one more place in store for us. We ended up on another beach where we decided to climb a mountain and all watch the sun set before heading back to our dorms.  
*Side note: a maxi skirt and flip flops do not make the best climbing attire.
My favorite Greek girl! She's the best.

I absolutely LOVE spending time and talking with Areti. She is so outgoing and easy to talk too. My favorite thing is when we teach each other cultural differences. It's always so funny watching and listening to her reactions at some of the things we do. I explained to her what a Chinese Fire Drill was and she thought that was the oddest thing (but she promised she would try it!). Some of our phrases she had never heard of either, I think her favorite was "shake what you're momma gave ya!" Areti died laughing at that one. The culture differences don't keep us from being friends though, we already act like we've known each other for way longer than a few weeks. At lunch we were whispering about boys and telling secrets like we've had a friendship forever. I genuinely think this girl is awesome and if I had it my way I would bring her back to the States with me!
Watching the sunset to end a beautiful day with a beautiful soul.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Rumor Has It

Rumor (noun): 1) information or a story that is passed from person to person but has not been proven to be true. 2) gossip, hearsay.
As you know, rumors usually have a negative connotation. No one likes to be the victim of a rumor but today we heard a juicy piece of gossip...word on the street is...it might rain!! You know rain, water falling in drops condensed from vapor in the atmosphere, water that descends from the sky. Something that we haven't witnessed in a month. As Floridians we get used to the daily summer thunderstorms, the peaceful noise as rain falls on the rooftop. Who knew that we would actually miss this summer occurrence? 
During our early morning art field trip to Κεραμεικός (Kerameikos), all Erika and I could focus on were the promising-looking rain clouds overhead. We were so excited about the fact that it might possibly even rain that it was hard to focus on what our professor was saying. Don't worry though, we did learn and absorb most of what he said. Kerameikos is the site of an important cemetery and contains many funeral sculptures along the road out of the city towards Eleusis. The "inner Kerameikos" was a former potter quarter within the city. The "outer Kerameikos" includes the cemetary and the funeral monuments found there.
Modern replica of the burial monument of Dionysios of Kollitos. 

Inside the museum you can find the original bull from the monument pictured above.

Erika and I entertaining ourselves by reenacting the scene pictured behind us.

As soon as our trip was over, we boarded the next metro and headed for home, hoping to beat the rain. Once we were back in our dorm, it was all a waiting game. I almost didn't believe my eyes. From the front balcony we had the perfect view. I thought I was dreaming as Erika, Micah, Erin, Morgan and I watched the rain roll in over the mountain tops, enjoying the cool drop in temperature. We made hot tea and enjoyed the rare sighting of rain during the summer months in Greece. I think I expected people to come out and dance in the streets at the first drop of rain. But I think we were more excited than the Greeks! Even though the precious rain only lasted about 15 minutes, it was exactly what we needed. I had the urge to go mud-bogging, but of course that will just have to wait until I get back to the States. Seeing as one of our rules includes not riding on motorcycles or four-wheelers. 
And the thunder rolls...
 I will definitely appreciate the rain more when I get back home. I know it has been storming back home so everyone soak up some rain for me!

Monday, July 14, 2014

Monday's Aren't So Bad

It's a little ridiculous how excited we all get on Market Day! Knowing that it's Market Day makes Monday's a lot more bearable. Especially a Monday that you have a mid-term (yes, we actually are doing work over here).

I love furthering my friendships with my favorite vendors each week and today I asked how are you, what's your name and said nice to meet you all in Greek...and then shortly forgot his name as soon as I walked away. Today's purchases included: apples, bananas, peaches, lemons, a honeydew melon and zucchini. Today's free produce (curtsy of my two main farmers) included 2 plums, 4 apricots, a carrot and 2 peaches. Getting free fruit is the highlight of my every Monday!

After our midterm (which went pretty well I think!), we all began figuring out what to make for the pot luck. Every single week we set a time to have dinner ready...and every single week we are late with dinner (ahem, boys). But the good news is we are on Greek time, where there is no particular rush and no one has a deadline to meet. Finding a recipe (or just winging it) and cooking up a storm with each other is one of the best parts of each week. The girls generally play music, dance around and our small kitchen soon gets over-crowded. But hey, the more the merrier! Once again, this week's pot luck didn't disappoint and we all walked away with full bellies.
Spinach and gouda stuffed in a pastry dough, curry, sauteed veggies and chicken, potatoes, and vegetarian moussaka (a traditional Greek food)
Saganaki (fried cheese), homemade salsa, tzatziki, paninis, apple turnovers and steamed snap peas.
We also had homemade cherry lemonade, made with fresh cherries and lemons from the market! I made the apple turnovers and helped with the salsa. I have to say, I think I've been bitten by the cooking bug! I'm saving all of the recipes that turn out amazing (which includes almost everything we've made) so hopefully I can spoil my friends and family when I get back to the States. Although be warned, nothing will taste as good without the fresh produce found here in Greece.

After dinner, we enjoyed the beautiful crisp evening outside in our small backyard. The girls laid down in the grass playing the "Ha Ha" game until we were giggling so hard I couldn't breath. It's times like this that we just enjoy each others company....until our good vibe got killed by an RA who came to yell at us.
A female RA came storming out to the yard, fuming and ready to yell at whoever she saw, which unfortunately was us. Apparently, someone used the phone at the RA front desk to call the front gate of Deree. This may not seem like a big deal, calling the gate of a college, but I guess it's the equivalent to calling 911 because she said that the cops, firetrucks and coast guard were about 3 minutes away from all coming to our aid at the dorms...except nothing was wrong. I can see why she was upset, this is a big deal and not a funny joke. However, I did not appreciate her instantly throwing all of the blame on our group, saying that we were the ones who had called the gate. She didn't even stop for 5 seconds to even ask if any of us had done it, or if we saw anyone who had done it. We weren't even inside for heaven's sake! It's one thing to be upset, it's another thing to blame an entire group of people who are completely innocent. No one from our group had even been inside in the last 30 minutes. And we are all in Honors, unlike the rest of the students here so we have a little bit higher standards to live up too and we have a professor to be accountable too. It really frustrated me that she wouldn't even stop and listen to us. We were all so baffled and shocked that we were being attacked, because she came off as super angry and annoyed. But that made us annoyed because if it happens again, she will most likely think it's us again.

Even though a few of us tried to cut in and gently tell her it wasn't us, there was no getting through to her. She clearly had her mind made up that it was us, and that made me really frustrated and a little angry. Whenever she finally left, our happy vibe was definitely gone. Collectively, we were all frustrated with the situation and decided to retire up to our dorms for the night before we got blamed for anything else.

We are Family


Things I miss about home:
1.    SWEET TEA. My craving was okay for the first two weeks because I was experiencing so many new tastes that I didn’t think about what I miss. But now, the craving has kicked in full gear and nowhere has sweet tea, nor do the grocery stores sell the right tea bags. So I’m settling for hot green tea, which does not even count as a substitute for sweet tea. If anyone would like to send me a gallon of sweet tea from the States, you will be my favorite person ever.
2.    Nana’s cooking
3.    The rain: it never rains here. Ever. Everyone back home is complaining about all the thunderstorms and we’re all over here missing even a light rain. Apparently it never rains during the summer here.
4.    PEANUT BUTTER. Oh my gosh I never knew how much I would miss this. I wish someone would have warned me that peanut butter is not a European thing. Nowhere sells it and I’m craving it like nothing else. I will probably eat a whole jar of it when I get home.
5.    My bed.

Things I don’t miss:
1.    Fast food. There are next to zero fast food chains here, which I think is great.
2.    The stress and constant busyness of life in the States.
3.    Driving. It’s weird to think that I haven’t driven a car in about a month. But I’m completely okay with that. 
4. The humidity of Florida. It may be hot here, but it's a dry hot and not near as bad as Florida weather! 
 
 As you can see, I’m not exactly homesick. Don’t get me wrong, I love and adore my family and friends to death, but I’m 100% happy over here. Our small group of 16 UNF students who originally didn’t know each other, quickly grew into our own family (literally). After our pre-vacation in Santorini, it was like we had known each other for months. When we came back to Deree for our first day of orientation with the rest of the American students, they were all shocked to learn that we had only just met. Our bond formed so quickly that it still surprises me today how much I already care about each one of the people on this trip. I know trips like this basically force people into fast friendships, but over the course of our time here I have learned a lot about each of my classmates. I genuinely value each one of them and our inside jokes, experiences and adventures together. 

With the exception of two of the girls (Erika and Lily, who are usually in our room anyway), we all live on the same floor and pretty much have an open-door policy. Literally, we just leave our dorm room doors open. I’m already sad thinking about going back home and not being able to walk next door to the boys room to hear Mark play guitar, or borrow each other’s pots and pans and cooking supplies or help each other cook or just hang out. I feel blessed to be with such an amazing and diverse group of people, and I don't even want to think about when the time comes for us to move out of what has become our home here. Through this trip we have become one big, slightly dysfunctional family. We've formed our own "in-group" which is the Greek version of close family and friends. We will always be bound together by this incredible trip and the things we've experienced together.

Swooping on the top of Mt. Hymettus

Outside the Lion Gates at Corinth
Being Spartans for the day
My favorite group of girls at Delphi.
Enjoying the view from Nafplion.


Even though we only have a short amount of time left in this wonderful country, I can't wait for reunion pot lucks and seeing each other on campus when we get back to the States!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Strike 2

We had a UNF group field trip to the Acropolis Museum again this morning and it also made a nice review session for those of us in the art class because we have a mid-term tomorrow! Erika, Erin, Micah and I walked back through the important pieces of sculpture and repeated what we remembered about the pieces from class and from our professor. This was actually quite an easy way to study! We realized we knew a lot more than we thought, and we were able to share some of what we learned with our classmates.

Our professors kirios (Mr.) Kaplan and kiria (Mrs.) Kaplan pointed out to us that this museum is more than just an impressive, modern building that houses ancient sculptures, pediment, metopes and pottery. This museum is making a very political argument. It's a message to the British, saying give us our stuff back. In the early 19th century, Lord Byron from England took one of the Caryatids (famous maidens) from the porch of the Erectheion and it was never returned. To this day, the Greeks argue that the maiden should be reunited with her other 5 sisters safely protected in the Acropolis Museum.

Entering the museum, you will go through security and a metal detector. Nowhere else in Athens is there a museum with such security measures. Although I have to say I think a lot of it is for show, because one of my classmates accidentally walked in with a pocket knife and he wasn't searched or anything. The metal detector beeped a few more times as we were walking in, but the guard just told people to keep moving without even checking to see what set off the beeper. But the fact that the museum has security portrays how serious the Greeks are at keeping theft out of this museum. Also, the museum says, "look we can take care of our stuff."

The layout and location of the Acropolis Museum is no coincidence, every floor is laid out with specific intentions. The location is just a few minutes walk from the Acropolis and provides a perfect view of the Parthenon. Visitors enter the museum by walking up a ramp that resembles the slope up the Acropolis. There are items (mostly pottery) on both walls leading up to the first floor which houses the gorgeous white-washed statues primarily from the 6th century. Then you head up to the top floor which has the precise dimensions of the Parthenon, and is also situated in the exact same orientation. The west and east pediments in the museum line up with the pediments on the Parthenon, as well as the marble frieze which fully wraps around the exterior wall. There are also parts of the frieze located in the British Museum, and these parts are distinguished as missing because they are a different color than the rest of the frieze. This is the one floor where you can freely take pictures, unlike the first floor where no photography is aloud. It's clear that the Greeks want people to know that they are missing parts of history that they want back. As you descend back down to the ground level, you will see the focal point of the whole museum: the Maidens. It is a very subtle placement but the maidens are placed in the center of the Museum and you can see it from every floor, thanks to the see-through floors. You can also take pictures of the maidens, and the Greeks have made it very obvious that one is missing from the collection.
The famous Maidens. There is a spot left for the missing one, front and second from the left.
So my question is why don't the Brits just return the statue if it's causing so much tension? Kiria Kaplan explained that there are three arguments the British have for not returning the statue.
1. Pollution used to be awful in Athens in the 80's and they didn't want the statue to be affected by the air in Greece.
2. There have been multiple thefts from Greek museums in the past (like the one we heard about in Corinth) and the Brits argue that the statue is safer in their museum.
3. If the maiden statue is returned, should everything from the ancient Greeks and all of Greek history be returned to Greece?
This last reason is the most relevant and presents the best argument. Yes, Lord Byron stole a maiden and took some of the frieze as well. But does that mean that every museum should return items to the home country? Then people will only ever be able to see the remains of the rich Greek history by traveling to Greece, something that not everyone can afford in their lifetime. For now though, the maiden remains in the British Museum and the Greeks remain determined to retrieve her and reunite her with her sisters.

After the museum visit, I witnessed the rawest, most pure form of Greek emotion that I've yet to see on this trip. I can officially say I survived my first strike and lived to tell the story. Kiria Kaplan informed us that there would be an organized (and non-dangerous) strike on the main street if we wanted to check it out on our own time. Naturally, I wanted to go. I've never seen a strike in real life and since it was deemed peaceful by our professor it seemed safe enough.
The fliers that were being handed out in Greek and English around the site of the strike.
The strike was about working on Sundays. Sunday has previously been a day when no one has had to work, a chance to rest before the coming week. Now, however, bigger corporations are taking over and today is the first Sunday they were allowed to be open. This new law puts smaller businesses and locally owned stores in a tough place. They can either continue to stay closed on Sundays and face the risk of being put out of business by the bigger corporations, or they can be open 7 days a week, with no day to rest.

There are two sides to every coin, so before automatically siding with the small business owners, I tried to understand why the bigger corporations and stores would feel the need to be open on a day of rest. If corporations are hiring teenagers or college kids who have school and class during the week, then it  makes sense that they would want to be open the whole weekend. With the harsh unemployment rates for my generation, these employees would be able to get more hours, which is always needed. Regardless though, I still side with the emotions and reasoning of the small business owners.

My family has personally been a victim of a bigger corporation taking over and forcing us out of business. Our family drug store was forced to sell out to CVS because they would be open 7 days a week and with really long hours. I completely understand why the strike happened, people are scared of what might happen if they don't give in to working 7 days a week.

Although we couldn't understand what they were saying, the message was easy to understand.
Although we couldn't understand what they were saying, the overall message was easy to understand.
Watching the emotions and force of the crowd was addicting. The amount of passion and organization that went into this strike blew me away. The people fed off each others energy and channeled it into one cause, forcing the store owners to close down for the day. It was not violent or aggressive, the people were united in peacefully fighting for what they believe in. The process was simple: they started at one end of the street and would go from door to door of all the stores that were open, crowd around the door and chant in unison until the store would finally have no other choice but to close their doors for the day. We did see one store that didn't close their doors, but I don't think they were going to get any business for the rest of the day anyway. Some of the protesters stayed behind and barricaded the door with their bodies and a sign. 
The crowds gathered outside of a store called Pink, with flags and a mission.
Most of the people seemed to be part of the strike, but there were the occasional Greeks who were actually there to shop. And that did not go over well with the crowd. At one point I was standing on a bench to get a better view and witnessed a middle-aged Greek couple walking down the street with two shopping bags in hand. A woman who was with the strike began to yell and speak very passionately to them and started following them down the street. The couple did not respond, they kept their heads down and kept walking. 

As the crowd moved down the street, each store already had a sign taped up from the protesters that looked like this.

Their approach was powerful, effective and made a statement. It was not violent (although there were plenty of cops around just in case) nor threatening. I could have stayed with the crowd all day, watching them fight for something they truly believe in. It was captivating to see the real, true, unfiltered emotions of the Greek people. It didn't matter that tourists were around, this was a vulnerable moment that we were lucky enough to witness. And this definitely makes my top 5 favorite moments of this trip so far. 

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Pretty Spaces and Holy Places


Temple of Apollo
 Instead of a weekend trip, we just took a day trip to the site where the Temple of Apollo still stands, located in Delphi. We traveled about 3 hours on a bus to visit what remains of this sacred site. The Temple of Apollo is also the home to Pythis, the Oracle of Delphi (known as the most important oracle in the ancient world). In ancient times, pilgrims would travel from all over the world to visit the Oracle in hopes of acquiring the wisdom and advice of the Oracle. People traveled hundreds or thousands of miles to consult the Oracle (who could interpret the future) before making important decisions. This site held such an importance among the ancient people that they considered it to be the center of the world. It was affectionately called the "belly button" of the world.
The natural spring where pilgrims would cleanse themselves before approaching the temple of Apollo.

Erika and I holding the "belly button" of the world.

Even though this looks like a temple, it's actually the Treasury of Apollo. It is covered with "graffiti" or hymns written to Apollo.
The believed site of the Oracle (although we don't know for sure). Hollywood movies lead us to believe this.
We took a nice hike up the mountainside to the Stadium of the Pythian games, which were held once every four years (similar to the Olympics but not on the same year). When I saw the stadium, I had to resist the urge to run down there and just sprint down the length of it. The field was just begging me to come run on it (especially since I was dressed in my Nike shorts and tennis shoes). According to one of our RA's at the dorm, a few years back they did allow people down there until there was a really bad flood.
Who wants to race?
Before we leave....Selfie at Delphi.
We stopped for lunch in the small, quaint mountain town of Arahova. The weather here was at least 10 degrees cooler and for the first time since we've been in Greece, we spotted what looked like possible rain clouds! While it seems to be storming every day back in Florida, it has yet to even come close to raining here. There are rarely even any clouds dotting the crystal clear blue skies.

Hosios Loukas monastery
Our last stop of the day is probably one of my favorite places so far. I know, I know- I say that a lot. But I liked this place for a different reason other than just the beauty of the architecture and its surroundings. We stopped at the Hosios Loukas monastery {dating back to the 10th century}, which has the most calming atmosphere and aura. It's located in a picturesque valley surrounded with olive trees. Byzantine monasteries like this one are generally built in locations surrounded by natural beauty, always in harmony with the surrounding landscape, which follows the example of the ancient temples. This monastery is still active, which means that the women must wear skirts that cover their knees and keep their shoulders covered as well. The men must wear pants, and all of this is done as a sign of respect.
I feel certain all of our daddies would approve of this new stylish look.
The inside of the monastery was decorated with intricate frescoes and mosaics, with this characteristic golden background.

Upon entering the monastery, a visitor can light a candle (after making an offering), say a prayer and leave the candle in the sand. Lighting a candle reminds us of the light of Christ we receive during baptism. Like the candle that is made of pure beeswax, our hearts should also be pure.
This monastery was one of those magical and captivating places that you never want to walk away from. It felt like the site was alive, instantly calming and soothing you as you walk through the doors into this sacred and holy place. It felt natural to feel the presence of God, to reflect on everything that He has blessed me with, especially the chance to come on this trip. As I was going through the process of signing up for this study abroad trip, everything seemed to perfectly fall into place according to God's timing. And being able to visit such a sacred place really just made me stop and realize how amazing this life is. Life is short and none of our days are guaranteed, so why not take full advantage of each day? Live life to your happiness standards, don't get caught up in the mad chase for success and money. The Greeks seem to have mastered this way of life, living each moment the way they choose. Taking time for long coffee breaks with friends, closing their stores for siesta {naptime} hours, living with kefi. I'm trying to bottle up this characteristic way of Greek life so I don't loose sight of what Greece has already taught me thus far.
Desperately trying, but always failing to capture the magic and beauty of the sites we visit in a photograph. The view of the olive trees and majestic mountain range.