So to celebrate the end of our first week of classes, my roommates and I, along with a bunch of other girls from our program divided into taxis and rode over to Gazi. My friend Susanna and I were completely ripped off by our cab driver who proceeded to drive in circles and tried to drive up one-way streets and into parking lots--all the while telling us that he was taking us on a shortcut! He must have thought we were really stupid because there was no way we weren't going to notice that he was driving in circles and taking us WAY out of the way just to run the meter.
That kind of spoiled my mood for a little bit until we were able to meet up with the rest of our friends and forget that guy. My roomies and I had been so excited all week for this night to go out and dance in the clubs and in the bars and we were not disappointed. We found a row of really nice and crowded bars that played music we really liked and we spent hours dancing the night away. Hopefully there will be many more to follow!
Saturday was my roommate Emily's birthday so we (the rest of my roommates and I) ordered a cake from our favorite bakery to celebrate with her. We spent the day walking around our neighborhood, getting to know the winding streets a little more comprehensively and trying out different pastries and cafes that we passed on our way. I am loving the Greek mentality of eating and food, by the way. I feel so comfortable walking into a bakery here and ordering some delicious treat that I would never, ever--in a million years--order in the United States. I always feel so self-conscious when I go into a bakery in the U.S. and I usually only go into one with a specific purpose, like buying a birthday cake. But here, in Greece, its normal for everyone to go into a bakery at any hour of the day to get something to eat. In the morning, on my way to the gym that I joined, I see so many Greeks enjoying their breakfast on the go as they grab a tiropita, spanokopita, or a sweet bread roll to snack on during their morning commute. I also see so many older Greek men sitting in cafes and relaxing by playing backgammon while they sip their tiny cups of Greek coffee.
I'll try to update more about the difference between gyms in America and the gym I go to here in Athens. It is amazing how different they are! Got to go study my Greek vocab for tomorrow's quiz.
Love to all,
Mia
I hope you reported the cab driver. I wouldn't have paid him, Arthur
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Hi, Sweetie! Glad you're enjoying Greece and sorry you got taken for a ride, so to speak. What's the weather there like? It's becoming fall rapidly here. Your mom tells me that you are underwhelmed by your classes. Yes? No? By the way: I'm enjoying the accounts of your adventures. You're a good writer. And speaking of writing, two of my articles have been published recently. Love, Auntie Andrea P.S. Good Shabbos and Good Yontif! Succos starts tonight... Unc. Kalman set up the cutest succah -- it fits three comfortably. We have x-mas lights strung up lining the top of the succah, inside and out; it's really pretty. I used to have pretend birds with brilliantly colored bird feathers (stolen from real birds), hanging from the ersatz roof and pinned to the pole supports, but two years ago I left them out after Succos for too long and they turned into grey, bedraggled, feathered lumps. We also hang tree bulbs and -- gotta go. I haven't done any of it yet. Wish I could send you my honey-cake. It's my mother-in-law's recipe. The first time she brought it over, maybe four years ago, I ate the whole thing. Myself. Unc. Kalman saw the packaging. It was worth the gluttony.
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