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Pies are not pies in Greece. When you order a pie at a café, you will be served with a pastry.  It could be ham and cheese, chocolate, croissant, or a multitude of other flavors.  So yes, about everyday I go to a bakery and order a pie and eat the entire thing.  In America we would call that ‘fatty’ but in Greece we call that ‘Breakfast’.  Potatoes are not potatoes either.  ‘Mermaid’ said, “When I think of potatoes, I think of…. Potatoes” upon being served french-fries after ordering potatoes. Yep, that’s right, french-fries… errr potatoes come with just about everything.

Spetses Greece


Going out to dinner one would think to save money I would drink water or a coke. Nope.  In Greece a bottle of water at dinner will cost you anywhere from 1-2 Euros.  Some restaurants we have gone to, a coke will be 1,80 Euro for 250 mil, while the beer will be 1,50 Euro for 500 mil.  How does that even work? Some times the wine is cheaper to order than a soda.


Bathrooms.  They come in all shapes, sizes, and forms.  But I think the showers are the most interesting.  I have been in many showers with no shower curtain, the entire room is the shower (wood door, weird), tub showers, and showers where you have to hold the nozzle over your head.  The one in Santorini takes the cake. It looks like a normal shower with a shower curtain.  With the words ‘The sun is shinning.  The sky is blue. The wind is perfect for kitties.  Kitties fly kites today.”(or something like that, with those spelling mistakes)  The words were weird enough, but the picture was of a dog flying a kite.  Awkward.

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Perriann Hodges

I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.

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