Around the Island

I went to the grocery store a few days ago — the BIG grocery store.  I counted.  Five aisles of food.  Each aisle is 8 feet long.  That’s not a lot of food. And they had an awful lot of meat in tubes like cookie dough.  I didn’t buy any.

On my way home I needed gas in the rental car.  It was empty.  I figured that since I am going to have the car for a month, I should just fill it up–I didn’t want to buy gas every three days.  I pulled in and notice that the last person who bought gas bought only 5 euros worth.  I rememberer in the past being told to only put 10 or 20 Euro in a rental car and wondered if filling it up was something anyone ever did here.  But when the man came over to the car, I went for it and said, “Fifty Euro.”  He looked at me and repeated what I said.  I shook my head yes and said, “Nai.”  He called for another man, who I believe was the owner, and said, “This lady said she wants 50 euro of gas!”  That owner came over to the car, looked in the window an asked me, “Fifty euro?!”  They really must have thought I was from another planet  (no, just another country, I thought)!  Now I am totally feeling like a rich American, so I rethink my request and say, “Oxi, no, 40 euro.”  “Oh, ok” he says…like that was fine! Apparently 50 euro is unheard of but 40 isn’t a problem!  (Obviously with the economic crisis, 50 euro is a crazy amount of money…most people really do only put 5 or 10 euro in at a time.)

I proceed to drive home, into the town, across the little bridge, drive through the restaurant that spans both sides of the small street, and try to head up the hill past the bakery to the house.  There was a truck parked in front of the bakery…delivery type of truck.  I had to back up, back through the restaurant, across the bridge and pull to the side and wait.  And wait.  And wait.  About 10 minutes later the truck leaves and I can go up the hill.

I travel another 500 feet, past the bakery, around a few corners, up the almost perpidicular road, only to see a woman vaccuming her parked car in the middle of the road.  The road that is only as wide as one car.  I beep.  She doesn’t hear me because of the vacuum.  I wait.  And eventualy she sees me!  She puts the vacuum back into her house (because her house is right up against the road and the vacuum is plugged in inside), moves her car, and I make it home.

Yesterday my cousin Sophia and I decided to take our kids on a road trip to the reservoirs in the mountains to hike, explore, and feed the turtles.  The trip began with Zach feeling car sick.  He’s notorious for getting car sick, so 15 minutes into the ride he begins telling me he he’s sick.  We pull over so he can walk around.  We get back in the car, drive another 5 minutes, and he tells me he’s going to be sick.  We pull over, he gets fresh air, we get back in the car, and we drive again.  Soon, we stop, we sit, we wait, and still no vomiting.  This continues and after about an hour and 6 stops later, he finally throws up.  Thank goodness!  After he throws up, he usually is better the remainder of the trip.  That was a good thing, because although the island is extremely small, there are apparently a lot of roads. The trip took much longer than anticipated.  We drove for three hours and never found the reservoir (and we stopped and asked at least six times for directions)!  I can’t imagine how long the trip would have taken if we had to stop every five minutes for Zach to work out his car sickness!  When we got back to the village, Sophia told her father we never made it, and he said, “How did you not find it?  It is so easy to get to!”  Later she told her sister, Stella, who said, “Sophia, how could you get lost?  It’s so easy to find!”  Next time we are taking one of them with us and leaving Zach at home!

9 comments on “Around the Island

  1. Aunt Stella says:

    Jackie…I hope you are keeping a journal…or will these blogs be it? what fun for your grandkids to read. It must be so wonderful (but frustrating at times) to see how the other side of the world lives. Any Stella I have met(no lie) has been a short, heavy ethnic woman……was this Stella like the rest of ust Stellas? 🙂 Love and kisses to all…

    • jandcfox says:

      This is becoming my journal, although I am doing another one that just lists what we did each day and where we went…not too many details in that one. The Stella here is wonderful…she was born and raised in Ohio. If you remember Chris, who was my Koumbarios in my wedding and Rea’s Godfather–this is his sister. She has been an invaluable resource and in no way resembles a short, heavy, ethinic woman! Love to you.

  2. Connie says:

    Jackie I have just tuned in, just devoured all of your posts and am eager to hear more of your adventures! Will be sharing this with the kids so they too can live vicariously. So glad we got to see you in June in Lancaster so now they remember who Rea, Elias and Zach are when I show them the pictures. Wishing all of you a year of magic.

  3. sally says:

    it’s a good thing you have no schedule or anywhere to be at a specific time! your adventures all seem to take a lot of time! haha poor Zach, that’s the worst feeling in the world. Can I send you some Dramamine? that always helps me and the girls?!
    seriously I’ll send you some!

  4. […] and I did have two other successful “adventures” after the reservoir disaster in Around the Island, but I haven’t had the chance to post those stories yet.) We got out of the car, and I said […]

  5. […] set off to find the reservoirs we attempted find with my cousin Sophia–a story I shared in Around the Island. SUCCESS!We made it to the […]

  6. […] island with our kids.  Sophia and Antoni made multiple appearances on the blog in such posts as Around the Island, Exploring Ikaria, and One Month.  Well now they are back in Ikaria.  They arrived the week […]

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