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By emilycreighton

It has become extremely evident that Greeks are extraordinarily welcoming and friendly. In every bakery and cafe I enter, I receive a free pastry or drink or some other traditional Greek food. The giver eagerly waits for me to taste the new delectable dish- smiling the entire time.

I must admit there hasn't been a single thing I haven't liked. From the 2 euro souvlaki (gyro for you Americans) to homemade tzatziki to baklava- the list is endless. But it's not the food that unveils the iridescence of Greek culture, it's the willingness to give and chat and make friends with a stranger.

Take Chris, for example.

My friends and I met Chris at a local restaurant a few nights ago. He was out waiter- our extremely friendly waiter. After chatting for several minutes we learned some things about him.

Chris
(My roommate Sarah and our new friend)

...continue reading "Meet Chris"

By emilycreighton

Greece Photo 2

When telling people about my study abroad plans, without fail, someone would always say, "Make sure you tell them you're from Canada."

I nodded and laughed but dismissed the thought in my mind.

But when strolling through the Athenian streets or trying to purchase something from the grocery store or even attempting to read a sign- I feel like a huge burden. I'm learning a little Greek- just the basics. But let's be real for a second...how annoying would it be for some random tourist coming into your shop not speaking your language, not familiar with your money expecting service?

This experience is all the more reason to fully immerse myself in Greece. I want to learn the language and the culture. I want to stop being a tourist.

On Tuesday night I learned how to say 'what's your name?' For those curious, it's 'Πώς σας λένε;' pronounced pos se lene. I decided to try it out on the grocer who lives down the street from me. I spoke English with my friend as we entered but when we got to the cash register I tried to speak Greek. The complete visible difference in the man's face was incredible. He perked up; he smiled. He served us with a totally different attitude than when we entered the store.

...continue reading "I’m from….Canada?"

By emilycreighton

Well, this is it. I have five hours before my flight to Greece. Two hours before I leave for the airport. And every single minute freaking out. When I looked around my bedroom after sealing the final zipper there is one and only one thing left to do- make my bed.

But instead I crawled under the covers and wrote this blog post. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel exactly. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm excited (and of course I am) but all I can think about is the language I don't know, the people I don't know, the holidays and weekends I'll miss spending time with my family. It's very- overwhelming.

Not to mention the horrible week I had before my departure. Let's just say it included Norovirus and a sprained ankle- I'll save you the gory details. But I just kept thinking, "Don't they say if the play has a bad dress rehearsal, the opening night will be perfect?" That's how I'm hoping my semester abroad goes.

...continue reading "Five hours left"