Day two was probably as bad as day one, or worse, just in terms of sitting in a room for hours while they tell you things you could just as easily have read in the packets they hand out. I forgot to bring my camera to the school, so I’ll add pictures the first day of classes.
After being at the school all day, there was a scavenger hunt around the city. I don’t think anyone took it that seriously—no one even checked to see what pictures we took. It was fun to hang out with some of the girls I’m getting to know, and we walked all over the city together. I took a couple pictures, not all of them came out well, but here’s one of the White Tower on the water at night.
This dog followed us for a good mile—he wasn’t aggressive or in our faces, he just loped along, sometimes ahead and sometimes behind, but always nearby. We named him Stavros.
After the scavenger hunt everyone went out to a restaurant off Aristoteles square that the school paid for. Once again, delicious, and so much food. I meant to leave early because I was exhausted but, once again, Greek time snuck up on me and I was there for two and a half hours. Some teachers and administrators from the school were there, and they were all so cool, sitting there smoking and chatting with the students, coming around yelling “Yia mas (cheers!)” and drinking wine with the students. Efi, whose one of the heads of the study abroad program, danced around the room several times, to the delight of everyone in the room, and all I could think was “teach me!”.
And also, that she reminded me of Zorba the Greek.
After being at the school all day, there was a scavenger hunt around the city. I don’t think anyone took it that seriously—no one even checked to see what pictures we took. It was fun to hang out with some of the girls I’m getting to know, and we walked all over the city together. I took a couple pictures, not all of them came out well, but here’s one of the White Tower on the water at night.
This dog followed us for a good mile—he wasn’t aggressive or in our faces, he just loped along, sometimes ahead and sometimes behind, but always nearby. We named him Stavros.
After the scavenger hunt everyone went out to a restaurant off Aristoteles square that the school paid for. Once again, delicious, and so much food. I meant to leave early because I was exhausted but, once again, Greek time snuck up on me and I was there for two and a half hours. Some teachers and administrators from the school were there, and they were all so cool, sitting there smoking and chatting with the students, coming around yelling “Yia mas (cheers!)” and drinking wine with the students. Efi, whose one of the heads of the study abroad program, danced around the room several times, to the delight of everyone in the room, and all I could think was “teach me!”.
And also, that she reminded me of Zorba the Greek.
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