Things went incredibly smoothly this morning since I practiced only a few days ago. I went to sleep with all these Government phrases swirling around in my head and I think it gave me pretty weird dreams. The breakfast man was delighted to see me, especially when I remembered his name. I flew through this test as well—I don’t think I did as well, but well enough considering before yesterday I hadn’t looked at the material in months. Plus, I’m a pretty good bs-er when it comes to tests, so I’m sure I did fine.
There was a horse market going on in Tyrnavos that I explored while waiting for the bus to Larisa. Apparently it’s mildly famous (though less so than their penis festival). They had horses for sale but also all the normal things and kiddie rides in addition to—my personal favorite—food from a truck. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but there is something about food that comes out of the back of a dirty-looking van or trailer that makes me so hungry, because the food is always so delicious. It’s fairly common here in Greece, but I think this impulse won’t be as favorable once I’m back to the states….I got a gyro and ate it on the bus back to Thessaloniki—I’m not sure if that was really socially acceptable by the others on the bus, since it was so fragrant and I still can’t eat one gracefully, but it was delicious and therefore worth it.
Now I’m home and have been procrastinating writing an essay and studying Greek. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to Xeimadio, but the internet has been acting up. I’m trying to visit my ancestral home in the Peloponnese before I have to go home, but I’m running out of time, plus it’s hard to figure out the busing to such a small town on websites that don’t have English translations as well. I figure I’ll just jump on a bus to Pyrgos and see what happens from there—it can’t be more than half an hour away, judging by the map.
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