Hello!
Well, life is settling here in Greece and I still can’t seem to believe it. My apartment is fun and very inspiring. It is very much a struggling artist’s studio in Greece. I don’t know if I am struggling, but I am officially an artist in Greece. School started up this week, and I have each of the 5 professors here for a different class. One for painting and drawing, one for poetry, one for creative writing, one for digital photography, and one for black and white film photography. With all these classes though, I have a ton of work. I kinda forgot about homework until my assignments began piling up in the first few days. I am most often found out in the streets of our cute town taking pictures or writing on my lap-top at a café on the waterfront.
We had a tour around the rest of the island and I got to snap some pictures of some beautiful ports, towns, and beaches. This place is pretty gorgeous. I get lost on cobble stoned streets that were made to confuse pirates, but really only just make me late for class. I can’t help but to think of it like the island of Catan though. The only difference is that there are marble quarrys instead of ore.
Days consist of cafes, class, and usually playing volleyball or swimming at the beach till sunset. I’m sure that will begin to change when it gets a bit colder, but for now, I am in study abroad heaven. There is a dog here who is so fat, he could easily pass for a prize winning fair pig. I thought it was prego, but we found that he was a boy. We call him Bruce. Bruce can be found taking about 15 steps and then breaking to lay down on his side all around town. But he’s most commonly near the bakery.
Because I can’t get it anywhere here, peanut butter is the one thing I crave the most. As a substitute, I have been using nutella in mass amounts on everything I eat. People here are getting to know us students and I already walk through town and see familiar faces. The students here love to go out way too much, so sleep is sometimes hard to find. The bar that we all like to go to is small and owned by a 5 foot nothing, little Scottish woman named Karen. She is 45, rude, has the dirtiest mouth I have ever heard, and she loves me. I don’t know why.
I love hearing news from home, because not much really ever changes on this island. It’s so fun and simple and inspirational here, and I try to remain busy so as not to get to thinking about everyone I love at home. For now, my heart is happy. All of you with babies back at home, keep practicing the word “Kyle” for me, cus I’m not there to drill it into their heads, and they need to know who their favorite person is. Love you all!
~K
my address:
Kyle Olson
c/o Barry Tagrin - HISA
Box 11
Parikia, Paros, Cyclades 84400, Greece
2 comments:
What brand peanut butter do you like? We miss you too, sooo much. We had a CAbi party at your house last night and it just wasn't the same without you. Let's see there was Kelby, Logan, Colby and Bailey both Aunts and your Mom. Sorry did that make you homesick?
Barb and I played our first for real tennis match of the season this morning and we WON! Yeah! It was a long, hot match against snarky opponents. Ask Barb, she may still be mad. Anyhow, I'm exhausted.
Heather has her first impact night tonight where they are kicking the year off with a car rally. she has a super nice leader named Karen Sartori.
So, there's a little news from here. Hugs, cynthia
Just wanted to give you two tips, in case they're helpful.
1) Peanut butter can sometimes be found at ethnic food stores, such as Asian ones. Very cheap, very good.
2) If your family sends you peanut butter from home, have them use regular mail, not a courier such as DHL, Fed-ex, etc. as it will get caught in customs with fees and just isn't worth the bureaucracy or expense.
All best
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