Although I haven’t yet reached Greece, I’m already immersed. On the plane, an affable German mathematics professor warned me against traveling there. On several occasions, he had booked luxurious vacation through a travel agency, a Greek travel agency. When he and his family arrived in Athens, somehow, all the luxury had disappeared. He kept shaking his head from side to side, muttering, “Nothing, nothing.”
I advised him that the Greeks are a foxy bunch. It’a sport to see how to get the best deal. This approach includes getting first in line or getting the best seat on the bus, no matter how old or young a person might be. I have been trampled by yayas and children alike rushing for the prime location. Once on board, friendliness abounds.
Not far from my seat, I could hear a Yalie discussing his Greek roommate whom he described as a nationalist. Anytime something negative was said about Greece, he ardently defended his country. Alone with his roommate, he could be heard lamenting, “What has happened to my country? It is falling apart.”
We shall see.