Back!Posted: May 21, 2009
>Returned from Greece! It was a marvelous trip. Granted, the jetlag hit me really hard this time–most likely, I was also suffering from a real lack of sleep the three weeks prior. (Not, “most likely,” but “actually.”) One day, we slept until nearly two in the afternoon, which, if any of you know me, you know is completely unheard of.
We did not, as Laura begged us, go to an olive plantation. We did, however, eat lots and lots of fried cheese, tzatziki, and various grilled meats and other lovely items. The sad part was that, well, the Greek food in my very own neighborhood–across the street–is better. But okay, the restaurant across the street from me is an expensive, upscale Greek place, and we found those restaurants, but couldn’t really afford to eat in them every night. But–you can’t beat the places we ate for the atmosphere, and the view. OMG, the views. I am not complaining. I was happy with everything–when you eat at the tourist restaurant, you get tourist food. I was just so glad to be doing something else for a while.
I’m going to write up the trip, of course. One thing about my brain that I find a little annoying is how I have to process everything via writing. So, while I’m laying in the bed at 3:00am having insomnia on Santorini and starting at the tiny blinking light on the wall, I have to think about what I might write about the tiny blinking light. I can’t ever turn it off. Last night, at my grocery store, I walked past the Greek aisle and had a weirdo freak-out moment. Where am I? It was all again unfamiliar, and yet familiar. Having had that alphabet, those shapes, all around me for so long–and then here I was back in my real life, and there they were again. There’s an image, I thought. (This reminds me of what I always tell people about writing, that having ideas is not the problem.)
Bless being on vacation. Bless being home.