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Beach Sleeping

Because you can’t actually hear me, “So this is a beach in Rhodes.  It’s just a little bit windy… just a little. This is it.” I’m a great videographer!

You know you’re having a good day when the hotel manager asks if he needs to call a doctor for you.

Water Front

I went downstairs and ate breakfast, feeling iffy. Breakfast was all right, but I knew I needed to eat something.  Everyone around me is speaking Italian though. Its starting to drive me nuts.  I would just like to get Greek down before I start taking all the other languages on.  There had to be 4 couples outside eating breakfast, talking to each other across tables in Italian.  It is not helping with the whole dizzy thing.  Plus, they were joking about something while I was spreading cheese on my loaf of bread.  I was trying to ignore them (I cant speak any Italian anyways).  When another guest at the hotel takes my plate to take a picture with it.  I look up at him, a loaf of bread in one hand and a knife in the other, with this inquisitive “What do you think you’re doing?”  Apparently he had asked in Italian if he could borrow my plate? What?  He didn’t even wait for a reply, and quite frankly I didn’t even think he was talking to me.  Is the sickness getting to me or is that just plain weird? He smiled with my big plate of food, and preceded to hand it back saying something in Italian.  Which I am sure was along the lines of, “Look what I can make this American do.”  I know I am not in the BEST mood, being sick and all, but really?

Rhodes Windmils

After an eventful breakfast, I went upstairs to get ready.  I ended up taking a nap.  I then decided if I was going to be sleeping in Greece, I should be doing it at the beach.  Upon leaving the hotel, the hotel manager was asking if I needed a doctor, medicine, or any help.  I told him I was taking some vitamins, and that I would let him know if I needed anything else.

Greek Boat

I slept on the beach for about 2 hours before it got too hot.  Plus, I was getting hungry.  It was time for a sandwich.  I have been having a hard time finding restaurants here I would actually want to eat in Rhodes.  The ones that serve mostly American food with like 2 dishes of authentic Greek cuisine freak me out. Who wants to order Eggs Benedict from a Greek restaurant?  I found a small café and ordered a ham and cheese sandwich.  I sat by the beach eating, when I realized they put hard-boiled eggs in it.  Perriann doesn’t do eggs, especially in a ham and cheese sandwich. Ewww.  It ruined my measly appetite.

Walking back to the hotel, I thought it would be a good idea to get some oj (Vita C and all).  I stopped at 3 different markets looking for good oj.  Because I am from California, I know what Orange Juice should taste like.  I also know when it isn’t really 100% oj.   There’s a brand Almeda, pretty much tastes like oj mixed with vinegar. Life is another brand, but it is actually real oj, not that fake stuff.  I bought it from a clerk who didn’t smile the entire time I was in her store.  When I was checking out, she spoke only English to me, and I spoke only Greek to her.  She started smiling once I got past the “I can say more than Hi”.

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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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