It’s not by chance that nothing has appeared on this blog for two months.
What to write…
It’s difficult to write anything humorous. Not right now.
It’s not that anything has changed on the outside. Now is probably the best time to head on over, if you can. The dollar is high. Crowds are down. I doubt the financial crisis will affect Grecian hospitality just yet. No, it will probably hit when the summer tourism is over. I’m used to Grecian Seasonal Affective Disorder. It comes on big-time after the first fall day. When that sharp cool wind and clear crisp air replaces its hot hypnotic summer cousin, the Greeks can no longer deny the change of seasons. They talk less, laugh less, smile less, sleep more. Grecian SAD trumps its American cousin. It’s a wonder pharmaceutical companies haven’t taken advantage. It’s brutal. Many of my Greek friends don’t understand why I choose to come to Greece in the fall rather than in the summer. It’s true that many Greeks appear somewhat depressed, but they are also more relaxed. There is a calm resolution that comes with the harsh financial truth of insufficient summer tourism. I’m hoping that this calm will prevail, even after tens of thousands of tourists cancelled Athenian hotel reservations after the street riots in May. After all, the riots haven’t changed the intensity of the Grecian sun; surely elevated Vitamin D and testosterone levels must persist into the fall.
The Greeks are highly resilient people, but, even so, I don’t envy their situation (or ours, for that matter). It’s going to be tough, folks, both here and there…so, if you’re considering a trip, go now!
Remember my Βlessings and Generosity post? My dear Greek friends have come through. At a time when not one can afford to extend costly hospitality, several have offered their homes to me, as their guest. I know the extent of their hardship, and it makes me sad and proud, at the same time. The Greeks are generous, and during difficult times, their true nature shines through.
I miss Greece. I want to get on the next Athens-bound flight, but it’s not the right time for me. The thought of not making it there soon has caused an early resurgence of my own American SAD. I hope you will travel there for me!
Kalo Taksidi! Καλό Tαξίδι!
What to write…
It’s difficult to write anything humorous. Not right now.
It’s not that anything has changed on the outside. Now is probably the best time to head on over, if you can. The dollar is high. Crowds are down. I doubt the financial crisis will affect Grecian hospitality just yet. No, it will probably hit when the summer tourism is over. I’m used to Grecian Seasonal Affective Disorder. It comes on big-time after the first fall day. When that sharp cool wind and clear crisp air replaces its hot hypnotic summer cousin, the Greeks can no longer deny the change of seasons. They talk less, laugh less, smile less, sleep more. Grecian SAD trumps its American cousin. It’s a wonder pharmaceutical companies haven’t taken advantage. It’s brutal. Many of my Greek friends don’t understand why I choose to come to Greece in the fall rather than in the summer. It’s true that many Greeks appear somewhat depressed, but they are also more relaxed. There is a calm resolution that comes with the harsh financial truth of insufficient summer tourism. I’m hoping that this calm will prevail, even after tens of thousands of tourists cancelled Athenian hotel reservations after the street riots in May. After all, the riots haven’t changed the intensity of the Grecian sun; surely elevated Vitamin D and testosterone levels must persist into the fall.
The Greeks are highly resilient people, but, even so, I don’t envy their situation (or ours, for that matter). It’s going to be tough, folks, both here and there…so, if you’re considering a trip, go now!
Remember my Βlessings and Generosity post? My dear Greek friends have come through. At a time when not one can afford to extend costly hospitality, several have offered their homes to me, as their guest. I know the extent of their hardship, and it makes me sad and proud, at the same time. The Greeks are generous, and during difficult times, their true nature shines through.
I miss Greece. I want to get on the next Athens-bound flight, but it’s not the right time for me. The thought of not making it there soon has caused an early resurgence of my own American SAD. I hope you will travel there for me!
Kalo Taksidi! Καλό Tαξίδι!
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