Something I've noticed:
Nothing beeps at me in Greece. Things don't ring. no chiming to be heard at all, in fact. When the elevator arrives, you must pay attention. When your toast toasts, you must be watching for it. If you think about it, the entire united states fricken buzzes at us. No wonder people have so many anxiety related issues these days. I completely HATE when people interrupt a conversation to pick up their cellphone (though i'll allow more wiggle room for texting.) Nobody seems to be satisfied with where they are or who they're with anymore!
moving along, In paying attention to something so simple as the arrival of the elevator, I discover that I pay attention to a whole lot more besides. The sounds of the world, traffic, Greek Etiquette (which, by the way, im sure you can imagine, is absorbed in every facet of the culture.) My ADD consequently diminishes and my actions and decisions become more tied to thought. Its not that im thinking more (i dont think thats possible...i think entirely too much) but my "extravertedness" becomes more in sync with my "intravertedness."
To sum up: I still love Greece. Greece still frightens me and bewitches me dayly. Athens is NUTS.
Thought:
Scarf weaving. I bought too many scarves in Greece justifying it by telling myself that I was cutting down on spending on more expensive shiz- Kinda like my packrat great grandmother bought napkin rings when she traveled. We found them ALL in her attic after she died. I have quite the inheritance. Anyway- the point is, i no longer have clean shirts. So instead, I've been weaving my scarves to make dresses and shirts and general poofy neckwear. Try it.
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