I'm home. safe and sound.
brenna and simon's wedding was easily the best nights of my life. top five, at least. I have never felt so loved by any one group of people in my entire life. a lot of times i thought that they couldn't possibly have been missing me as much as i missed them. i was wrong. so very wrong. i love, love, love them more than they can possibly imagine.
and yet here i am. at home. doing everything and nothing with my life. i promise i'm coming home as soon as i can. i just need a few more months of reckless college life. it's all about to get so serious, so demanding. goodbye freedom, hello textbooks. there are a few weighty decisions to be made regarding my future.
all i can hear are my dad's words, "one day it's going to be the 'have' and the 'have nots'. where will you be?"
where will i be? practicing law? chasing down leads? writing my sitcom? acting a sitcom? telling 20+ fashionistas how to look ten pounds slimmer in the latest de la renta frock? running around the globe putting out political fires? running around the globe starting political fires?
at this point i'm square with marrying an investment banker, and spending my days teaching my children how to make the perfect dirty martini for mommy.
No, i'm too restless for suburbia. too nomadic and determined to do something great.
what is great? It's so subjective. Maybe this summer I'll write something "great" and live off the royalties. No more shrimp baskets flying at me, no more lemons to dice, no more sunburnt tourists upset about the sun (because i can make THAT go away).
I want my Chicago back. Summer nights in the park, with cheap beers and wines coursing through my system. great music and even greater conversation invading every corner of my mind. All this in presence of people i care too much about.
3o days. my goal. my limit. give me 30 days to get my life settled, and then i'll come home just so that i can sleep on your couch and drink all of your coffee.
it's happening because i say so.
i'll get to it.
make it work.
ashley.
love.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Though I've been warned to live day by day, there's something taking over.
Tonight is the night. My last night on the island. Tomorrow at 7:30pm I head back to Athens for the first time since February.
Three long months, and it's coming to a close. Am I happy or sad? Both I suppose. Parts of me never want to leave this tiny paradise, but there is another part of me that wants to get back to the paradise I've created for myself back home. There is a lot about home that I have missed, but on the same note this place has become a home, and so there will be no escaping an emotional goodbye. Goodbye for now.
The people will be the hardest to leave behind. The artists, the writers, the teachers. We've all pushed each other, and encouraged each other. These relationships have become important, so important. I know for many this is not a goodbye, just a 'see you later'. I still can't help but wonder which of these people will become lost in the transition.
The show is tonight. In a few hours actually. I'm reading my script, and it's a nervous feeling. That's expected though. I'll take pictures of the artwork. I'm impressed, I really am.
This is my last night in this little bedroom. My little greek studio apartment. So much writing has happened here. I'll remember the nights that turned into mornings, the writing parties, the parties in general. The fridge that only ever had milk and ouzo in it. The bathwater that rarely got warm. The little balcony that gave me a place to read and invited various insects into my room.
Too soon for goodbyes?
One night. One more time.
ashley.
Three long months, and it's coming to a close. Am I happy or sad? Both I suppose. Parts of me never want to leave this tiny paradise, but there is another part of me that wants to get back to the paradise I've created for myself back home. There is a lot about home that I have missed, but on the same note this place has become a home, and so there will be no escaping an emotional goodbye. Goodbye for now.
The people will be the hardest to leave behind. The artists, the writers, the teachers. We've all pushed each other, and encouraged each other. These relationships have become important, so important. I know for many this is not a goodbye, just a 'see you later'. I still can't help but wonder which of these people will become lost in the transition.
The show is tonight. In a few hours actually. I'm reading my script, and it's a nervous feeling. That's expected though. I'll take pictures of the artwork. I'm impressed, I really am.
This is my last night in this little bedroom. My little greek studio apartment. So much writing has happened here. I'll remember the nights that turned into mornings, the writing parties, the parties in general. The fridge that only ever had milk and ouzo in it. The bathwater that rarely got warm. The little balcony that gave me a place to read and invited various insects into my room.
Too soon for goodbyes?
One night. One more time.
ashley.
Monday, May 26, 2008
in production
I don't know if i could handle being the person who selects movie soundtracks. There are just too many amazing songs out there, and I take it a little too personally when people don't like the songs I pick out, even for my tiny little montages.
I'm working on the latest "soundtrack", and I can't decide on just three or four songs. Can someone get Zach Braff on the phone? He's good at this stuff.
if only.
I promise I'll post the video upon its completion.
I hope everyone's day is wonderful.
peace.
ashley
I'm working on the latest "soundtrack", and I can't decide on just three or four songs. Can someone get Zach Braff on the phone? He's good at this stuff.
if only.
I promise I'll post the video upon its completion.
I hope everyone's day is wonderful.
peace.
ashley
Sunday, May 25, 2008
why am i such a mess?
I'm trying to figure out why this trip has included more bodily dysfunction, and personal injury than any other in my life. How have I singlehandedly managed to deplete several First Aid kits worth of supplies? Am I paying back some huge karmic debt by way of bodily harm? Perhaps it's a mixture of clumsiness and bad luck.
A look back at the trip's misfortunes
1. Two days before my departure I catch a horrific cold that torments me from the sandy shores of Florida all the way to ancient Athens (where I inevitably share my sickness with my new friends).
2. While in Athens I slip not once, but twice on the same portion of sidewalk resulting in blood stained jeans and a bruised ego.
3. Later on in Athens I am the victim of two cigarette burns. One is still healing.
4. During a hike across the island I nearly fall off of a narrow mountain ledge while ripping my jeans and receiving several new scrapes.
5. The same hike leaves me with memories in the form of splinters and blisters.
6. My first night in Turkey is met with a volatile case of food poisoning that brings me down and keeps me down for almost half the trip.
7. An unidentified, yet very sharp object at the beach makes its home as a fresh splinter in my foot.
8. A slip on some stairs bruises my lower back, and again chips away at any ego left.
9. Renting cheap four wheelers almost always has it's consequences. Mid ride there is a mechanical dysfunction that leads to a mutual agreement between the bike and I that I will no longer be riding it. This leads to a darkly comical hospital trip, and my darkly comical take on this too-long list of maladies.
What is up with the universe? What is up with my universe? I'm going with the karma thing, personally. Don't get me wrong, the trip has been great, but I will certainly be bringing home some battle wounds.
Oh goodness, i'm such a mess.
A look back at the trip's misfortunes
1. Two days before my departure I catch a horrific cold that torments me from the sandy shores of Florida all the way to ancient Athens (where I inevitably share my sickness with my new friends).
2. While in Athens I slip not once, but twice on the same portion of sidewalk resulting in blood stained jeans and a bruised ego.
3. Later on in Athens I am the victim of two cigarette burns. One is still healing.
4. During a hike across the island I nearly fall off of a narrow mountain ledge while ripping my jeans and receiving several new scrapes.
5. The same hike leaves me with memories in the form of splinters and blisters.
6. My first night in Turkey is met with a volatile case of food poisoning that brings me down and keeps me down for almost half the trip.
7. An unidentified, yet very sharp object at the beach makes its home as a fresh splinter in my foot.
8. A slip on some stairs bruises my lower back, and again chips away at any ego left.
9. Renting cheap four wheelers almost always has it's consequences. Mid ride there is a mechanical dysfunction that leads to a mutual agreement between the bike and I that I will no longer be riding it. This leads to a darkly comical hospital trip, and my darkly comical take on this too-long list of maladies.
What is up with the universe? What is up with my universe? I'm going with the karma thing, personally. Don't get me wrong, the trip has been great, but I will certainly be bringing home some battle wounds.
Oh goodness, i'm such a mess.
With an end in sight.
My last week on the island. I can hardly believe it. Where does the time go?
On the one hand I'm excited to see friends and family. I'm thrilled that Brenna's wedding is just around the corner, and I'm very excited to be making money instead of spending it (the Euro is no friend of mine). On the other I'm really going to miss this place, and the people I've met. I'll be back though, I have to come back. Maybe next time you all can join me. :)
I'm in the process of putting together another video of my time here. It'll be a picture slide show, with a few very short student interviews. It should be great. I'll post it here as well as you tube when it's finished. So..around Tuesday.
I've finished a pilot episode for a yet-to-be-named sit com. It's about a bunch of college students at an art school in downtown Chicago. Write what you know, right? It's fun, and I hope people like it.
Other than that I've just been trying to stay out of trouble. That includes staying away from all motor vehicles. For those of you who don't know I was involved in quite the accident on Thursday. I have some pretty intense battle wounds, but everything is healing nicely. I don't really want to go into detail here, so let's just say--everything is going to be fine. I'll blog about it later, because my Greek hospital story is hysterical (now).
For now, I have plenty of homework that needs getting to.
much love.
peace.
Ashley
On the one hand I'm excited to see friends and family. I'm thrilled that Brenna's wedding is just around the corner, and I'm very excited to be making money instead of spending it (the Euro is no friend of mine). On the other I'm really going to miss this place, and the people I've met. I'll be back though, I have to come back. Maybe next time you all can join me. :)
I'm in the process of putting together another video of my time here. It'll be a picture slide show, with a few very short student interviews. It should be great. I'll post it here as well as you tube when it's finished. So..around Tuesday.
I've finished a pilot episode for a yet-to-be-named sit com. It's about a bunch of college students at an art school in downtown Chicago. Write what you know, right? It's fun, and I hope people like it.
Other than that I've just been trying to stay out of trouble. That includes staying away from all motor vehicles. For those of you who don't know I was involved in quite the accident on Thursday. I have some pretty intense battle wounds, but everything is healing nicely. I don't really want to go into detail here, so let's just say--everything is going to be fine. I'll blog about it later, because my Greek hospital story is hysterical (now).
For now, I have plenty of homework that needs getting to.
much love.
peace.
Ashley
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Turkey and a video.
SCROLL DOWN. THERE IS A LINK TO A VIDEO POST.
I know I've been an awful blogger. This is me begging for forgiveness.
Turkey was an absolute blast. I've put together a video clip, just a few pictures I took during the week. You should know that there are not as many pictures as I'd like. I was taken down in my prime by a nasty case of food poisoning, so I missed out on a few of the day trips--and, well, lost the urge to take pictures for a few days after. I hope that you can empathize.
To all you viewers (mostly my Film& Video friends): This my first time using any sort of video editing software, so be kind in your criticisms. The video is a first attempt, a sort of rough draft. If I feel like it, I may continue to edit--however, there are other projects that are desperately in need of my undivided attention.
Note also that there may be a few inside jokes along the way. Laugh if you feel the inclination, but don't bother yourself with their true meanings--it's less interesting than you may think. Or you may not think they're interesting at all, in which case you are freed from the burden of curiosity (temporarily, of course).
Also note (all you attentive adults) that the drinking age in Greece and in Turkey is 18--so any presence of alcohol is perfectly legal.
Just Copy and Paste THIS link:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=L-MR1ZIk7ik
This is the only way I could get it to work.
Songs:
Track 1: Corner of Your Heart -- Ingrid Michaelson
Track 2: Displaced -- Azure Ray
Thanks to the various HISA Students who appear in this clip:
Robyn Gordon
Chelsea Andes
Sarah Whitling
Ashley Peck
Nikki Kallas
Carl Corder
Alex Holey
Colby Lane J.
Jessica Ressler
Sandra Roorda
Casey Farrington
Holley Rolland
Micheal (Student)
And a Special Thanks to our fearless leaders:
George Crane
Barry and Yuko Tagrin
Sarah (Teacher)
Once again, I had an amazing time on this trip. If you EVER have the chance to go to Turkey--DO IT. I know that the situation there may seem unstable, but I urge you to look past the bombastic, ratings obsessed news feeds. The people are kinder than you can imagine, and no one runs up and down the street shouting passages from the Koran, attempting to convert. There is no detectable anti-American sentiment.
Turkey is a beautiful. The Turkish are beautiful people.
My next post will be (a video clip?) Santorini oriented. GREAT island. Best Chinese food I think i've ever had. Yeah...I know that's a weird compliment for a greek island. Trust me, I was a tad disconcerted myself. The next night was even stranger; Mexican food on a Greek Island, Russian music playing in the background, a sign pointing towards Tokyo in my line of vision. Why? Santorini has a nice.....assortment going on.
Crete may be this weekend. It's either Crete or a Mykonos/Delos excursion.
25 days left. Too much or too little? I can't decide, so that must mean that it's the perfect amount.
guh. This video took a small forever to upload. I hope you appreciate it. If you don't....a plague on all your houses. That's right. I went there.
I know I've been an awful blogger. This is me begging for forgiveness.
Turkey was an absolute blast. I've put together a video clip, just a few pictures I took during the week. You should know that there are not as many pictures as I'd like. I was taken down in my prime by a nasty case of food poisoning, so I missed out on a few of the day trips--and, well, lost the urge to take pictures for a few days after. I hope that you can empathize.
To all you viewers (mostly my Film& Video friends): This my first time using any sort of video editing software, so be kind in your criticisms. The video is a first attempt, a sort of rough draft. If I feel like it, I may continue to edit--however, there are other projects that are desperately in need of my undivided attention.
Note also that there may be a few inside jokes along the way. Laugh if you feel the inclination, but don't bother yourself with their true meanings--it's less interesting than you may think. Or you may not think they're interesting at all, in which case you are freed from the burden of curiosity (temporarily, of course).
Also note (all you attentive adults) that the drinking age in Greece and in Turkey is 18--so any presence of alcohol is perfectly legal.
Just Copy and Paste THIS link:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=L-MR1ZIk7ik
This is the only way I could get it to work.
Songs:
Track 1: Corner of Your Heart -- Ingrid Michaelson
Track 2: Displaced -- Azure Ray
Thanks to the various HISA Students who appear in this clip:
Robyn Gordon
Chelsea Andes
Sarah Whitling
Ashley Peck
Nikki Kallas
Carl Corder
Alex Holey
Colby Lane J.
Jessica Ressler
Sandra Roorda
Casey Farrington
Holley Rolland
Micheal (Student)
And a Special Thanks to our fearless leaders:
George Crane
Barry and Yuko Tagrin
Sarah (Teacher)
Once again, I had an amazing time on this trip. If you EVER have the chance to go to Turkey--DO IT. I know that the situation there may seem unstable, but I urge you to look past the bombastic, ratings obsessed news feeds. The people are kinder than you can imagine, and no one runs up and down the street shouting passages from the Koran, attempting to convert. There is no detectable anti-American sentiment.
Turkey is a beautiful. The Turkish are beautiful people.
My next post will be (a video clip?) Santorini oriented. GREAT island. Best Chinese food I think i've ever had. Yeah...I know that's a weird compliment for a greek island. Trust me, I was a tad disconcerted myself. The next night was even stranger; Mexican food on a Greek Island, Russian music playing in the background, a sign pointing towards Tokyo in my line of vision. Why? Santorini has a nice.....assortment going on.
Crete may be this weekend. It's either Crete or a Mykonos/Delos excursion.
25 days left. Too much or too little? I can't decide, so that must mean that it's the perfect amount.
guh. This video took a small forever to upload. I hope you appreciate it. If you don't....a plague on all your houses. That's right. I went there.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You, Mt. Pandes
Ok, so I've been holding out. I have a pretty amazing story, and I'm sorry for the delay.
Saturday was a day that will stand out in my mind, and my burning thighs for years to come.
I agreed to go on a cross island hike that lasted for six hours and 20 miles. What was I thinking, right?! It was as ridiculous as it sounds.
We awoke at 9am to gray skies and cloudy minds. Pulling on my sneakers I remember thinking that the impending hike couldn't possibly be that bad, and that an extra long walk around our little island might be even more fun in the rain. I mean, so much for tanning, but my spirits were high.
In preparing for the hike I neglected to think about the landscape of the island. In that it is mountainous.
About 15 minutes in I find myself drenched and battling a breathless climb towards the apex of our first mountain. The wind and the rain gave it an almost cinematic quality. A fellow hiker only added to that.
"At least it can't get any worse than this."
"Carl, this is the point in the movie where you get struck by lightning."
"You know, you're probably right."
It's nice to know that I can manage to sputter those same old sarcasms between deep and desperate intakes of air.
I cannot recall a more physically trying experience. In retrospect I'm quite glad it was raining. I think tears were running down my cheeks at one point, and the weather probably saved me from that one embarrassment.
At the top of the mountain I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. For about five minutes.
Suddenly my thighs were tingling with that too familiar feeling of being forced to move the rest of me upward. There was another incline to overcome, and it was arguably more intense than the last.
Let me paint it for you: When we finally reached the top, we were standing next to the satellite towers. We were literally at the highest point on the island. All I could think of the entire time was, "if I put one foot in front of the other I HAVE to get to the top eventually. That logic kept me somewhat sane.
Reaching that top was completely rewarding, however we then began our descent. It was no where near as exhausting as getting there, but a bit painful after the first hour. Gravity is not much of a friend there.
Walking, exhausted and drenched, into the town of Aliki was again like a moment from a movie. We were led into a small restaurant on the coast. Our guide knew the owners and we soon indulged in a buffet of Greek delicacies.
I wondered how I had just survived that hike. I still wonder.
We took the bus back (which only took about 30 minutes, compared to the six hours it took to get there int he first place), and limped back to our rooms.
I quickly showered off what bits of the mountain I had brought home.
I crawled into bed, and tried my best not to move.
That night, and the following days were some of the most painful. Turning over in my sleep was a chore, and walking any distance required small, excruciating steps.
The pain has faded, but my memory of that hike has not.
I'm probably leaving out some important details, but you'll have to wait and hear them in person.
We leave for Turkey on Saturday.
I'll be sure to tell you all about it.
Sorry to cut this short, but I must run.
Peace for now.
Love.
Ash
Saturday was a day that will stand out in my mind, and my burning thighs for years to come.
I agreed to go on a cross island hike that lasted for six hours and 20 miles. What was I thinking, right?! It was as ridiculous as it sounds.
We awoke at 9am to gray skies and cloudy minds. Pulling on my sneakers I remember thinking that the impending hike couldn't possibly be that bad, and that an extra long walk around our little island might be even more fun in the rain. I mean, so much for tanning, but my spirits were high.
In preparing for the hike I neglected to think about the landscape of the island. In that it is mountainous.
About 15 minutes in I find myself drenched and battling a breathless climb towards the apex of our first mountain. The wind and the rain gave it an almost cinematic quality. A fellow hiker only added to that.
"At least it can't get any worse than this."
"Carl, this is the point in the movie where you get struck by lightning."
"You know, you're probably right."
It's nice to know that I can manage to sputter those same old sarcasms between deep and desperate intakes of air.
I cannot recall a more physically trying experience. In retrospect I'm quite glad it was raining. I think tears were running down my cheeks at one point, and the weather probably saved me from that one embarrassment.
At the top of the mountain I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. For about five minutes.
Suddenly my thighs were tingling with that too familiar feeling of being forced to move the rest of me upward. There was another incline to overcome, and it was arguably more intense than the last.
Let me paint it for you: When we finally reached the top, we were standing next to the satellite towers. We were literally at the highest point on the island. All I could think of the entire time was, "if I put one foot in front of the other I HAVE to get to the top eventually. That logic kept me somewhat sane.
Reaching that top was completely rewarding, however we then began our descent. It was no where near as exhausting as getting there, but a bit painful after the first hour. Gravity is not much of a friend there.
Walking, exhausted and drenched, into the town of Aliki was again like a moment from a movie. We were led into a small restaurant on the coast. Our guide knew the owners and we soon indulged in a buffet of Greek delicacies.
I wondered how I had just survived that hike. I still wonder.
We took the bus back (which only took about 30 minutes, compared to the six hours it took to get there int he first place), and limped back to our rooms.
I quickly showered off what bits of the mountain I had brought home.
I crawled into bed, and tried my best not to move.
That night, and the following days were some of the most painful. Turning over in my sleep was a chore, and walking any distance required small, excruciating steps.
The pain has faded, but my memory of that hike has not.
I'm probably leaving out some important details, but you'll have to wait and hear them in person.
We leave for Turkey on Saturday.
I'll be sure to tell you all about it.
Sorry to cut this short, but I must run.
Peace for now.
Love.
Ash
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
A Little More Wandering, Definitely More Rambling
So its been over two weeks since my last post. Every time I think about that I imagine various loved ones typing my wed address in vain, wondering if they will ever stumble upon new words.
Surprise! Whether my words are a distraction from obligations, or way to pass the time, thank you. Thank you for your interest in my adventure.
From the beginning.
Shortly after my last post, I was able to visit the lovely island on Naxos. It's about an hour away by ferry, and an incredibly fascinating island.
There has long been a rivalry between Paros and Naxos. One is always far superior to the other, and the people refer to their islands as they would sports teams. It's like traveling between Wrigley and U.S. Cellular.
The sweeping landscape of Naxos becomes more breathtaking the farther up you travel. The roads are just as winding as Paros', but the people have a sense of having been unaffected by tourists. Their hospitality is superb, and the lunch that was served could have fed all of us for days. Just when you thought it was over you were faced with more Greek salads, more meats, more cheeses. It was all delicious, but most spent the ferry ride home lazily submitting to their food induced comas.
That was Naxos. We saw so much, but i hardly have the patience to describe it all. Here's a link to the pictures I took. http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2079535&l=16d49&id=48603861
Just copy and paste that into your address bar, and it should take you right there. I should tell you that some of the pictures are from my apartment, and from my art class' trip to the dumpster. Which was disgusting.
Moving on.
Since our trip to Naxos, we haven't left the island.
Don't worry, there is still plenty to tell.
Back on Paros, we took a recent trip to our instructor's home. He built it mostly from scratch, way up in the mountains. They way the old Greeks used to do it. It's filled with art, and literature. A dream of a home, despite the treacherous climb to and from it's high up resting place.
There we listened to music, heard some astoundingly honest poetry, and washed down mouthfuls of hand-tossed pizza with gulps of cheap red wine. It was one of the highlights of my time here, and one likely to be repeated. Watching the sunset from a place so high up is an image I will always carry with me.
Inspired.
I didn't know how that night could possibly be topped, but my experiences here continue to amaze.
Just this weekend we drove to a place outside of Naousa to be at the Tao's Center.
The Tao's Center is a Buddhist retreat nestled quietly atop one of the hills that overlooks the water.
The place is fascinatingly beautiful, and the people are so warm and welcoming.
We spent two hours with the resident zen master, learning about inner balance.It was an interesting time. It was about listening to YOUR voice, not the voices of peers or parents that dance around inside your head. It had nothing to do with converting anyone to anything, just about discovering what's inside of you.
The exercises involved being blindfolded, and wandering around the room. Someone you didn't know was behind you to make sure you didn't hurt yourself, but they were only there to guide you out of danger, the rest of the way you had to trust your inner voice and guide yourself. That was interesting, and bumpy. Apparently my inner voice has a thing for walls.
The most incredible exercise was quite intense. You were asked to look to the left, raise your left hand, and stare intently at your palm. Then, holding your right arm out for balance, you had to continue staring at your palm while spinning around in a circle to music. We did this for 11 minutes without breaking our pace, and at the end we collapsed onto the floor in total silence. It was an odd sensation of complete freedom.
That's the only way to describe it.
After our zen lesson, we ate the most delicious Thai food I have ever tasted. It was a nice change of pace from the Gyros, Greek salads, and saganaki.
That day was again, one of the most memorable days I've had on the island.
In other, slightly as relevant news, we're going to Santorini this weekend (tentatively).
We leave for Turkey the weekend after that, and Mykonos and Delos are not far behind.
I struggled with the idea of going to Turkey, but the only places I want to go outside of that are in the Middle East (Egypt, Jordan, Israel, etc..) and since I'm not terribly excited about the idea of giving my parents a heart attack, I'm putting those plans on hold.
For now.
I am very excited for Turkey. I know it's going to be incredible. I'll be in Selcuk (not Istanbul, as I had thought). If anyone knows anything about this place, travel advice is more than welcome.
As for my schoolwork. It's extremely challenging, in the best way possible. So far I have completed a poem, a few short stories, 1/3 of a screenplay. I've read The Odyssey, The Invisible Man, The Secret Sharer, The Sandman, several Greek myths, Mr. Wilson, and currently I'm reading Heart of Darkness, and Keep the River on Your Right. I've also painted, sculpted, carved, and pondered.
It's all be interesting, to say the least. I've learned so much I fear my head will explode.
I would post some of my work, but a lot of it is personal- so I'll either be sharing it with you in a public forum or releasing it under a well-devised pen name.
I am so happy to be here, and I often wonder how difficult it would be to move just a few people I love from home to here. I try not to think about having to leave in a few months, but I am ecstatic to see everyone again.
Anyway I miss you all, but it's time to unsheathe my pen and get to work.
Love.
Ash
Surprise! Whether my words are a distraction from obligations, or way to pass the time, thank you. Thank you for your interest in my adventure.
From the beginning.
Shortly after my last post, I was able to visit the lovely island on Naxos. It's about an hour away by ferry, and an incredibly fascinating island.
There has long been a rivalry between Paros and Naxos. One is always far superior to the other, and the people refer to their islands as they would sports teams. It's like traveling between Wrigley and U.S. Cellular.
The sweeping landscape of Naxos becomes more breathtaking the farther up you travel. The roads are just as winding as Paros', but the people have a sense of having been unaffected by tourists. Their hospitality is superb, and the lunch that was served could have fed all of us for days. Just when you thought it was over you were faced with more Greek salads, more meats, more cheeses. It was all delicious, but most spent the ferry ride home lazily submitting to their food induced comas.
That was Naxos. We saw so much, but i hardly have the patience to describe it all. Here's a link to the pictures I took. http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2079535&l=16d49&id=48603861
Just copy and paste that into your address bar, and it should take you right there. I should tell you that some of the pictures are from my apartment, and from my art class' trip to the dumpster. Which was disgusting.
Moving on.
Since our trip to Naxos, we haven't left the island.
Don't worry, there is still plenty to tell.
Back on Paros, we took a recent trip to our instructor's home. He built it mostly from scratch, way up in the mountains. They way the old Greeks used to do it. It's filled with art, and literature. A dream of a home, despite the treacherous climb to and from it's high up resting place.
There we listened to music, heard some astoundingly honest poetry, and washed down mouthfuls of hand-tossed pizza with gulps of cheap red wine. It was one of the highlights of my time here, and one likely to be repeated. Watching the sunset from a place so high up is an image I will always carry with me.
Inspired.
I didn't know how that night could possibly be topped, but my experiences here continue to amaze.
Just this weekend we drove to a place outside of Naousa to be at the Tao's Center.
The Tao's Center is a Buddhist retreat nestled quietly atop one of the hills that overlooks the water.
The place is fascinatingly beautiful, and the people are so warm and welcoming.
We spent two hours with the resident zen master, learning about inner balance.It was an interesting time. It was about listening to YOUR voice, not the voices of peers or parents that dance around inside your head. It had nothing to do with converting anyone to anything, just about discovering what's inside of you.
The exercises involved being blindfolded, and wandering around the room. Someone you didn't know was behind you to make sure you didn't hurt yourself, but they were only there to guide you out of danger, the rest of the way you had to trust your inner voice and guide yourself. That was interesting, and bumpy. Apparently my inner voice has a thing for walls.
The most incredible exercise was quite intense. You were asked to look to the left, raise your left hand, and stare intently at your palm. Then, holding your right arm out for balance, you had to continue staring at your palm while spinning around in a circle to music. We did this for 11 minutes without breaking our pace, and at the end we collapsed onto the floor in total silence. It was an odd sensation of complete freedom.
That's the only way to describe it.
After our zen lesson, we ate the most delicious Thai food I have ever tasted. It was a nice change of pace from the Gyros, Greek salads, and saganaki.
That day was again, one of the most memorable days I've had on the island.
In other, slightly as relevant news, we're going to Santorini this weekend (tentatively).
We leave for Turkey the weekend after that, and Mykonos and Delos are not far behind.
I struggled with the idea of going to Turkey, but the only places I want to go outside of that are in the Middle East (Egypt, Jordan, Israel, etc..) and since I'm not terribly excited about the idea of giving my parents a heart attack, I'm putting those plans on hold.
For now.
I am very excited for Turkey. I know it's going to be incredible. I'll be in Selcuk (not Istanbul, as I had thought). If anyone knows anything about this place, travel advice is more than welcome.
As for my schoolwork. It's extremely challenging, in the best way possible. So far I have completed a poem, a few short stories, 1/3 of a screenplay. I've read The Odyssey, The Invisible Man, The Secret Sharer, The Sandman, several Greek myths, Mr. Wilson, and currently I'm reading Heart of Darkness, and Keep the River on Your Right. I've also painted, sculpted, carved, and pondered.
It's all be interesting, to say the least. I've learned so much I fear my head will explode.
I would post some of my work, but a lot of it is personal- so I'll either be sharing it with you in a public forum or releasing it under a well-devised pen name.
I am so happy to be here, and I often wonder how difficult it would be to move just a few people I love from home to here. I try not to think about having to leave in a few months, but I am ecstatic to see everyone again.
Anyway I miss you all, but it's time to unsheathe my pen and get to work.
Love.
Ash
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Photo 1 of 58767309484..
As promised, I will be uploading pictures of my trip. This first one was taken by the outrageously fun Nic "Short for Monica" Grogan. It was taken at Naousa, a short drive away from Parikia (my township of residence). Beautiful, right?
I'm having internet related problems. Sit tight, more to come.
Love.
Ash
Monday, March 10, 2008
They should make Drain-O for people's brains.
And here I am, once again sitting at my computer lost for the words I am supposed to be writing, but filled with plenty for the purpose of blogging, chatting, and altogether distracting myself from the task at hand.
I was really hoping to avoid that this time.
The truth is that even though I'm starting to settle into my surroundings, my mind is still buzzing with all of the information I'm attempting absorb. There are millions of thoughts and ideas soaring at an astounding speed through my brain. For the record, espresso doesn't help. I'm hoping this entry will.
It kills me that I don't have any of my own pictures to post. My words on an empty white web page do little to stir the imagination. Though I'm glad to know that I do have a small readership. It's intimidating, yet welcome.
So far not much has changed on the island. No adventures to speak of. Last night at Saloon D'or it was "Cuban Night". I'm not sure what I was expecting, but an endless sea of Che Guavera shirts didn't feel so wrong.
Treatments for screenplays. Not such a daunting task, but tedious enough to warrant procrastination.
IDEA.
must run.
love.
Ash
I was really hoping to avoid that this time.
The truth is that even though I'm starting to settle into my surroundings, my mind is still buzzing with all of the information I'm attempting absorb. There are millions of thoughts and ideas soaring at an astounding speed through my brain. For the record, espresso doesn't help. I'm hoping this entry will.
It kills me that I don't have any of my own pictures to post. My words on an empty white web page do little to stir the imagination. Though I'm glad to know that I do have a small readership. It's intimidating, yet welcome.
So far not much has changed on the island. No adventures to speak of. Last night at Saloon D'or it was "Cuban Night". I'm not sure what I was expecting, but an endless sea of Che Guavera shirts didn't feel so wrong.
Treatments for screenplays. Not such a daunting task, but tedious enough to warrant procrastination.
IDEA.
must run.
love.
Ash
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Well Rested.
What a beautiful Sunday. A little chilly, but beautiful nonetheless.
I can't remember the last Saturday night when an entire group of friends unanimously decided to stay in and rest. I don't think that it has ever happened on a Greek Island. What can I say, we're breaking barriers....? Instead of hitting the town we hosted a wonderful pot luck dinner. A sort of get-to-know-you event, where we could all just be comfortable.
I have to say, my addition to the dinner (a bottle of half decent red wine) was a hit. I barely made it through the door. That may be becasue after a day like yesterday, everyone could use a little vino.
We did a safari tour of the island. It was beautiful. We drove up to Nasous, and climbed the acropolis there. It was a moderately tough climb, but well worth it. Once at the top, we got a magnificent view of the sea. Perched on a rock, we all sat in relative silence overlooking the Aegean. I couldn't dream a better picture.
While the view from the Acropolis was beautiful, I have to say I really enjoyed Lefkes. Lefkes is a quiet old town, what you'd expect from an undisturbed Greek island. At its heart sits a grand old Cathedral that is as intimidating as it is beautiful. The whole trip was wonderful, and gave us some appreciated insight.
So after a day filled with walking, climbing, and having our minds pretty much blown. A night in filled with home cooking was in order, despite the fact is was our first Saturday on the island.
....
I've finally figured out Skype by the way. Not that it was difficult, but I was just lazy abut downloading it. It's a magnificent invention, and I'm glad to have a way to communicate with everyone back home for next to nothing, cost wise.
Today everyone is continuing to relax. There is homework and procrastination to be contended with. The tone of the day.
As soon as my camera charger comes in the mail, you can expect a fair amount of pictures. Until then you'll have to duke it out with my words.
Love.
Ash
I can't remember the last Saturday night when an entire group of friends unanimously decided to stay in and rest. I don't think that it has ever happened on a Greek Island. What can I say, we're breaking barriers....? Instead of hitting the town we hosted a wonderful pot luck dinner. A sort of get-to-know-you event, where we could all just be comfortable.
I have to say, my addition to the dinner (a bottle of half decent red wine) was a hit. I barely made it through the door. That may be becasue after a day like yesterday, everyone could use a little vino.
We did a safari tour of the island. It was beautiful. We drove up to Nasous, and climbed the acropolis there. It was a moderately tough climb, but well worth it. Once at the top, we got a magnificent view of the sea. Perched on a rock, we all sat in relative silence overlooking the Aegean. I couldn't dream a better picture.
While the view from the Acropolis was beautiful, I have to say I really enjoyed Lefkes. Lefkes is a quiet old town, what you'd expect from an undisturbed Greek island. At its heart sits a grand old Cathedral that is as intimidating as it is beautiful. The whole trip was wonderful, and gave us some appreciated insight.
So after a day filled with walking, climbing, and having our minds pretty much blown. A night in filled with home cooking was in order, despite the fact is was our first Saturday on the island.
....
I've finally figured out Skype by the way. Not that it was difficult, but I was just lazy abut downloading it. It's a magnificent invention, and I'm glad to have a way to communicate with everyone back home for next to nothing, cost wise.
Today everyone is continuing to relax. There is homework and procrastination to be contended with. The tone of the day.
As soon as my camera charger comes in the mail, you can expect a fair amount of pictures. Until then you'll have to duke it out with my words.
Love.
Ash
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
And here you have it.
I'm attempting to call from their hiding places, the right words to describe my experience here on Paros. None readily come to mind.
In the chaos that has been my initiation to the island, there have been many emotions. All felt to the tenth power, and all welcome.
I had my first class today, which reminded me that I'm on this island to learn about truth and art, and to broaden my perspective regarding the world around me. I am not on this island to determine if I prefer white wines to red wines, although I'm sure that will have its place.
My coursework is daunting, but welcome.
I feel like the instructors here will really dive into my work, and properly rip my ego to shreds. They will teach me structure and function, and give shape to the free-style writing habits I've adapted.
As for island life, it's a bit unreal to be constantly surrounded by a sea so unfamiliar, that has shaped thousands of stories.
The very first scribes may have wandered these shores, and I don't quite know what has been here before. But the sand at my feet, and my need to strike truth will keep me asleep if this is all just a dream.
There's a line from a Bright Eyes song that talks about taking a "detox walk." That's every day on the island, and is probably the best way to describe my time here. Detox is a strong word, but it's what I've needed for some time. My own thoughts, my own freedom, and my own adventure.
Everything about this place is beautiful, and I'm starting to know that to share my writing is not such a bad thing. Intimidating as all get out, but healthy and necessary.
I promise that later posts will contain pictures, video, and an ample amount to humor. Tonight it is late, and I just needed to get this blog up and running.
Trust me, if you will, that these posts were all made by a travel weary version of myself. Keep reading, and you may find yourself enjoying the good ol' sarcasm and wry humor you've come to love (or hate?).
I wish you well.
Comment at will.
In the chaos that has been my initiation to the island, there have been many emotions. All felt to the tenth power, and all welcome.
I had my first class today, which reminded me that I'm on this island to learn about truth and art, and to broaden my perspective regarding the world around me. I am not on this island to determine if I prefer white wines to red wines, although I'm sure that will have its place.
My coursework is daunting, but welcome.
I feel like the instructors here will really dive into my work, and properly rip my ego to shreds. They will teach me structure and function, and give shape to the free-style writing habits I've adapted.
As for island life, it's a bit unreal to be constantly surrounded by a sea so unfamiliar, that has shaped thousands of stories.
The very first scribes may have wandered these shores, and I don't quite know what has been here before. But the sand at my feet, and my need to strike truth will keep me asleep if this is all just a dream.
There's a line from a Bright Eyes song that talks about taking a "detox walk." That's every day on the island, and is probably the best way to describe my time here. Detox is a strong word, but it's what I've needed for some time. My own thoughts, my own freedom, and my own adventure.
Everything about this place is beautiful, and I'm starting to know that to share my writing is not such a bad thing. Intimidating as all get out, but healthy and necessary.
I promise that later posts will contain pictures, video, and an ample amount to humor. Tonight it is late, and I just needed to get this blog up and running.
Trust me, if you will, that these posts were all made by a travel weary version of myself. Keep reading, and you may find yourself enjoying the good ol' sarcasm and wry humor you've come to love (or hate?).
I wish you well.
Comment at will.
Monday, March 3rd
After months of planning, and countless nights filled with anxious anticipation it is still unbelievable to be sailing through the Aegean, watching the Acropolis fade into the horizon. All roads lead here, right? It felt that way, and even during my journey when hope was fading, I still made it here. We all did.
It’s exciting to be able to share my excitement with other people. No one at home can really grasp the full reality of this trip. These girls understand. They worked just as hard, if not harder. They too spent countless hours bombarding anyone who would listen with details of the impending trip. It makes it easier.
This will be my first full length trip on a ferry. It is about 7 am , and the perfect time to be here. The sun has just come up over the mountains, illuminating a city rife with history.
I must say, I have never been more inspired by one city. Yesterday, when I stood before the temple of Zeus I was overwhelmed with such great emotion that I nearly fell to my knees. If I had thought to bring a journal with me it would have been a magnificent entry.
I can only imagine what it must have been like to wander amongst such great minds. It’s a sentiment that I have expressed before, but it really hits me every time I stand before an ancient (or modern) masterpiece. It reminds me that the excessive technology that we are bombarded with is interesting....but admittedly inhibiting. How often have we felt overcome with a detached paranoia when leaving our cell phones off or at home? How often have we opted to drive through a beautiful part of town instead of walking or riding our bikes? And how many Sundays have we sacrificed to watch football or the latest episodes of our favorite rom-com-drams? Know that I do not say these words perched on any sort of pedestal, but I have seen what analog players have done before our digital world, and I envy that. I carry my mind in a six pound box with a 13.5 inch screen. Their “mind boxes” stand hundreds of feet tall, and capture the spirit of an ancient world.
I think it is high time we all expand our boxes.
Ashley
It’s exciting to be able to share my excitement with other people. No one at home can really grasp the full reality of this trip. These girls understand. They worked just as hard, if not harder. They too spent countless hours bombarding anyone who would listen with details of the impending trip. It makes it easier.
This will be my first full length trip on a ferry. It is about 7 am , and the perfect time to be here. The sun has just come up over the mountains, illuminating a city rife with history.
I must say, I have never been more inspired by one city. Yesterday, when I stood before the temple of Zeus I was overwhelmed with such great emotion that I nearly fell to my knees. If I had thought to bring a journal with me it would have been a magnificent entry.
I can only imagine what it must have been like to wander amongst such great minds. It’s a sentiment that I have expressed before, but it really hits me every time I stand before an ancient (or modern) masterpiece. It reminds me that the excessive technology that we are bombarded with is interesting....but admittedly inhibiting. How often have we felt overcome with a detached paranoia when leaving our cell phones off or at home? How often have we opted to drive through a beautiful part of town instead of walking or riding our bikes? And how many Sundays have we sacrificed to watch football or the latest episodes of our favorite rom-com-drams? Know that I do not say these words perched on any sort of pedestal, but I have seen what analog players have done before our digital world, and I envy that. I carry my mind in a six pound box with a 13.5 inch screen. Their “mind boxes” stand hundreds of feet tall, and capture the spirit of an ancient world.
I think it is high time we all expand our boxes.
Ashley
Saturday, March 1st
I’ve spent my first night in Athens at a hostel named “Backpackers Inn”, it’s kind of trendy, reasonably priced, and filled with innumerable twenty somethings all eager to socialize and share travel stories.
The girls that I’ve met so far have all been fantastic. We’re all sharing the same room in the hostel, and they’re all very sweet. They’re visiting the Acropolis right now while I try and finish off this cold.
I should mention that the hostel does well providing fun activities for us to do. I arrived yesterday just in time for happy hour, which was a happy coincidence as it gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Then there was a guided bar crawl, that landed us right in the heart of Athens. I would have stayed out so much later, but I felt like i had put in enough time that I shouldn’t feel guilty about going home to sleep.
Athens itself is an interesting city. The Acropolis WILL astound you with its incredible beauty, and I’m telling you that there is no picture in this world that does it justice. You just can’t grasp its size or splendor until you’re standing beneath it.
Be warned though, a lot of the roads in Athens are made of a marble-like material and are VERY slippery- I have a nice decent sized raspberry on my knee and on my ankle to prove it.
To be honest with you, I would leave the hostel and venture out on my own (The city is very safe) but I have no idea where I would go! It all looks pretty much the same (If any amongst you just verbalized the phrase, “It’s all Greek to me!”, We’re no longer friends) and I don’t want to risk getting lost and wandering into a bad neighborhood
I think for now I’m going to sit out on the balcony and enjoy the scenery without a 13 inch screen blocking my view.
-ash
The girls that I’ve met so far have all been fantastic. We’re all sharing the same room in the hostel, and they’re all very sweet. They’re visiting the Acropolis right now while I try and finish off this cold.
I should mention that the hostel does well providing fun activities for us to do. I arrived yesterday just in time for happy hour, which was a happy coincidence as it gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Then there was a guided bar crawl, that landed us right in the heart of Athens. I would have stayed out so much later, but I felt like i had put in enough time that I shouldn’t feel guilty about going home to sleep.
Athens itself is an interesting city. The Acropolis WILL astound you with its incredible beauty, and I’m telling you that there is no picture in this world that does it justice. You just can’t grasp its size or splendor until you’re standing beneath it.
Be warned though, a lot of the roads in Athens are made of a marble-like material and are VERY slippery- I have a nice decent sized raspberry on my knee and on my ankle to prove it.
To be honest with you, I would leave the hostel and venture out on my own (The city is very safe) but I have no idea where I would go! It all looks pretty much the same (If any amongst you just verbalized the phrase, “It’s all Greek to me!”, We’re no longer friends) and I don’t want to risk getting lost and wandering into a bad neighborhood
I think for now I’m going to sit out on the balcony and enjoy the scenery without a 13 inch screen blocking my view.
-ash
Saturday, March 1st
I’ve spent my first night in Athens at a hostel named “Backpackers Inn”, it’s kind of trendy, reasonably priced, and filled with innumerable twenty somethings all eager to socialize and share travel stories.
The girls that I’ve met so far have all been fantastic. We’re all sharing the same room in the hostel, and they’re all very sweet. They’re visiting the Acropolis right now while I try and finish off this cold.
I should mention that the hostel does well providing fun activities for us to do. I arrived yesterday just in time for happy hour, which was a happy coincidence as it gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Then there was a guided bar crawl, that landed us right in the heart of Athens. I would have stayed out so much later, but I felt like i had put in enough time that I shouldn’t feel guilty about going home to sleep.
Athens itself is an interesting city. The Acropolis WILL astound you with its incredible beauty, and I’m telling you that there is no picture in this world that does it justice. You just can’t grasp its size or splendor until you’re standing beneath it.
Be warned though, a lot of the roads in Athens are made of a marble-like material and are VERY slippery- I have a nice decent sized raspberry on my knee and on my ankle to prove it.
To be honest with you, I would leave the hostel and venture out on my own (The city is very safe) but I have no idea where I would go! It all looks pretty much the same (If any amongst you just verbalized the phrase, “It’s all Greek to me!”, We’re no longer friends) and I don’t want to risk getting lost and wandering into a bad neighborhood
I think for now I’m going to sit out on the balcony and enjoy the scenery without a 13 inch screen blocking my view.
-ash
The girls that I’ve met so far have all been fantastic. We’re all sharing the same room in the hostel, and they’re all very sweet. They’re visiting the Acropolis right now while I try and finish off this cold.
I should mention that the hostel does well providing fun activities for us to do. I arrived yesterday just in time for happy hour, which was a happy coincidence as it gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Then there was a guided bar crawl, that landed us right in the heart of Athens. I would have stayed out so much later, but I felt like i had put in enough time that I shouldn’t feel guilty about going home to sleep.
Athens itself is an interesting city. The Acropolis WILL astound you with its incredible beauty, and I’m telling you that there is no picture in this world that does it justice. You just can’t grasp its size or splendor until you’re standing beneath it.
Be warned though, a lot of the roads in Athens are made of a marble-like material and are VERY slippery- I have a nice decent sized raspberry on my knee and on my ankle to prove it.
To be honest with you, I would leave the hostel and venture out on my own (The city is very safe) but I have no idea where I would go! It all looks pretty much the same (If any amongst you just verbalized the phrase, “It’s all Greek to me!”, We’re no longer friends) and I don’t want to risk getting lost and wandering into a bad neighborhood
I think for now I’m going to sit out on the balcony and enjoy the scenery without a 13 inch screen blocking my view.
-ash
Feb. 29th; Part Deux
I just want to say, Europeans have absolutely no regard for rules. I haven’t decided if it bothers me or not.
At this moment in time I am sitting in seat C-15 departing from Paris, France, arriving in Athens, Greece around 5:30pm. Thankfully, there is no one sitting in the seat next to me, so I have plenty of room.
It’s one of those rare moments when I can appreciate the language barrier. If I can’t speak Greek or French then I don’t have to make conversation with the people around me. That’s a bit rude, but I’m trying to savor my last few hours of solitude. I’m also in the process of nursing myself back to full health, which requires rest and medications- NOT pointless chit-chat.
In getting back to my original point, it seems as though Europeans live by their own rules. When you’re on a flight that has already begun to taxi from the gate, you DO NOT get up and wander around the cabin and open overhead bins. The flight attendants didn’t seem to mind either, it’s so lax. I don’t think I like that. I feel like there’s a certain efficiency that comes with the rules. Of course, I don’t live a pious, by-the-book life on a daily basis, however I do try and maintain a certain level of respect towards them. It’s just disconcerting is all.
I’m fairly certain that the next time I travel, unless I’m actually traveling to France I do not wish to have a layover in Charles De Gaul. What an unorganized and altogether confusing place to be. Was it built in a circle, as a labyrinth, With function and utility as an afterthought? I took the entirety of my three hour layover to figure out where to go. Once I did find my gate, I found a little stand that made great espresso and sold sandwiches that consisted of either ham...or bologna...or hamogna, cheese, and light mayo. It was fairly tasty, but it did little to compensate for the rest of the airport. I’d also like to try and only fly British Airways if I can, they are absolutely the best....so far. U.S. Airways is such a joke, and Olympic Airlines isn’t much better.
I’m excited to land*. Regarding my earlier sentiments, I’m not sure if I should go right to sleep, or try and explore Athens for a little bit. I’ll see when I get to Backpacker’s Inn.
I should mention that I’m slightly worried that the Airlines will lose my luggage. In fact, it’s a very real possibility....which is not something I’m looking forward to seeing as I’ve now been wearing the same outfit for two days. Although, it would give me a perfect excuse to create a new (and completely fabulous) Grecian wardrobe. We shall see. I hope it’s still early enough when I get into town so that I can find a sweet little outdoor cafe and write a little.
I should have thought to bring school supplies. They’ll laugh me off the island if I don’t show up with pens and paper, I’m a writer! It’s shameful enough to have left home without them in the first place.
I really have to think of a better way to stay hydrated when I fly. I’ve been guzzling water, and my throat still feels so dry and uncomfortable.
***Random side note**
Apparently if you don’t accept the in-flight meal, you don’t get a cup for hot tea. BULL. That’s the stupidest rule I’ve ever heard. So.....we’re allowed to wander around the cabin whenever we feel like it, but NO TEA FOR YOU IF YOU TURN DOWN THE OVERCOOKED MYSTERY MEAT AND SOGGY VEGGIES. Bite me Olympic Airways.
***End of Rant***
So far this has been a bumpy trip, so I’m crossing my fingers in hopes that it will pick up in the next few days.
***Random side-note: Part Dexu***
Everyone on this flight smells like Chanel #5
***Ciao***
***RSN 3***
WHY DO PEOPLE LOVE INVADING MY PERSONAL SPACE? IT’S MADNESS!
***Fin***
Oh man, I’m going to be in Greece way too soon. In fact, I bet we’re already in the country at this point.
Much love from the sky,
A. A. S.
At this moment in time I am sitting in seat C-15 departing from Paris, France, arriving in Athens, Greece around 5:30pm. Thankfully, there is no one sitting in the seat next to me, so I have plenty of room.
It’s one of those rare moments when I can appreciate the language barrier. If I can’t speak Greek or French then I don’t have to make conversation with the people around me. That’s a bit rude, but I’m trying to savor my last few hours of solitude. I’m also in the process of nursing myself back to full health, which requires rest and medications- NOT pointless chit-chat.
In getting back to my original point, it seems as though Europeans live by their own rules. When you’re on a flight that has already begun to taxi from the gate, you DO NOT get up and wander around the cabin and open overhead bins. The flight attendants didn’t seem to mind either, it’s so lax. I don’t think I like that. I feel like there’s a certain efficiency that comes with the rules. Of course, I don’t live a pious, by-the-book life on a daily basis, however I do try and maintain a certain level of respect towards them. It’s just disconcerting is all.
I’m fairly certain that the next time I travel, unless I’m actually traveling to France I do not wish to have a layover in Charles De Gaul. What an unorganized and altogether confusing place to be. Was it built in a circle, as a labyrinth, With function and utility as an afterthought? I took the entirety of my three hour layover to figure out where to go. Once I did find my gate, I found a little stand that made great espresso and sold sandwiches that consisted of either ham...or bologna...or hamogna, cheese, and light mayo. It was fairly tasty, but it did little to compensate for the rest of the airport. I’d also like to try and only fly British Airways if I can, they are absolutely the best....so far. U.S. Airways is such a joke, and Olympic Airlines isn’t much better.
I’m excited to land*. Regarding my earlier sentiments, I’m not sure if I should go right to sleep, or try and explore Athens for a little bit. I’ll see when I get to Backpacker’s Inn.
I should mention that I’m slightly worried that the Airlines will lose my luggage. In fact, it’s a very real possibility....which is not something I’m looking forward to seeing as I’ve now been wearing the same outfit for two days. Although, it would give me a perfect excuse to create a new (and completely fabulous) Grecian wardrobe. We shall see. I hope it’s still early enough when I get into town so that I can find a sweet little outdoor cafe and write a little.
I should have thought to bring school supplies. They’ll laugh me off the island if I don’t show up with pens and paper, I’m a writer! It’s shameful enough to have left home without them in the first place.
I really have to think of a better way to stay hydrated when I fly. I’ve been guzzling water, and my throat still feels so dry and uncomfortable.
***Random side note**
Apparently if you don’t accept the in-flight meal, you don’t get a cup for hot tea. BULL. That’s the stupidest rule I’ve ever heard. So.....we’re allowed to wander around the cabin whenever we feel like it, but NO TEA FOR YOU IF YOU TURN DOWN THE OVERCOOKED MYSTERY MEAT AND SOGGY VEGGIES. Bite me Olympic Airways.
***End of Rant***
So far this has been a bumpy trip, so I’m crossing my fingers in hopes that it will pick up in the next few days.
***Random side-note: Part Dexu***
Everyone on this flight smells like Chanel #5
***Ciao***
***RSN 3***
WHY DO PEOPLE LOVE INVADING MY PERSONAL SPACE? IT’S MADNESS!
***Fin***
Oh man, I’m going to be in Greece way too soon. In fact, I bet we’re already in the country at this point.
Much love from the sky,
A. A. S.
Parisian Treason (Feb. 29, 2008)
Have you ever been on a trip where everything runs smoothly, according to plan? Where you’re comfortable the whole time, and the journey to your final destination almost overshadows your trip because of its seamless execution?
Me Neither.
For starters I have been feeling quite under the weather for the past few days. Under normal circumstances I would be filled to the brim with NyQuil, and lost under my comforter until I felt better. Unfortunately, I haven’t had the opportunity to do that. There has been packing, and pre-flight preparation. So instead I have spent the past 10 or so hours sleeping sitting up on a very crowded plane, next to people who have no respect for personal space.
In retrospect this will all be humorous, as for now it’s nothing but frustratingly miserable.
I do have someone to thank for the uneven start to my trip, and I’d just feel awful if I didn’t take the time to give credit where credit is due.
Cheapoair.com: This thank you goes to the brainless monkey who decided to mark my ticket as a direct flight from Orlando to Paris, FAILING TO MENTION that I would have to stop in Philadelphia for 3 hours. THAT is NOT a direct flight. Also, thank you for entering my first name into the computer as “Amissashley Sather”, making me just that much more difficult to locate. Upon my return, you will be receiving many phone calls from a customer that is the very definition of the word, “disgruntled.”
As frustrated as I became with said booking site, there has never been anyone more completely annoying than, “The Guy Who Sat Next to Me.” He started out by saying, “Don’t worry about me, ‘ll be asleep in about 20 minutes.”
LIAR. You sir, are the antithesis of what a good traveler should be.
It is perfectly fine to try and initiate conversation with your flight mate early on, but if they drop subtle hints like, “I’m going to sleep the whole way there” or “I’m ready to just zone out for a while”, RESPECT THAT. It is not an open invitation for you to observe and comment on their actions for the next seven hours. Also, you are allotted ONE seat, do not invade the personal space of the person sitting next to you. I do not know you sir, nor do I like you very much. Elbows down, legs closed. Do not look to see what movie I am watching, do not comment on it if you do see it. Do not tell me that my coffee is bad for me while you stuff your face with a donut. Do not comment on the fact that there is no view of Paris from 30,000 feet, do not comment on the lack of trees when you do see Paris. When someone asks you if you speak French, DO NOT respond by saying, “Heck, I barely speak English”-you have just embarrassed your country. This man should be banned from all flights international or otherwise.
Let’s keep him in North Carolina where he belongs.
On a lighter note, I did eventually tune him out. I’m now sitting in Charles De Gaul Airport, and am feeling completely out of place. For one, I have never encountered a more confusing airport. The language barrier gives you that “fish out of water” feeling, and you hope that those French lessons you were semi-awake for will help you at all for the three hours you will spend here.
It makes me a tad nervous to get to Athens. I certainly speak more French than I do Greek...which is less than comforting. I’m ready to get a full nights sleep in a warm bed though. Maybe I’ll skip meeting anyone tonight so I can hopefully dump this cold and make a healthy first impression.
Time to fly.
peace, from a French catastrophe
Me Neither.
For starters I have been feeling quite under the weather for the past few days. Under normal circumstances I would be filled to the brim with NyQuil, and lost under my comforter until I felt better. Unfortunately, I haven’t had the opportunity to do that. There has been packing, and pre-flight preparation. So instead I have spent the past 10 or so hours sleeping sitting up on a very crowded plane, next to people who have no respect for personal space.
In retrospect this will all be humorous, as for now it’s nothing but frustratingly miserable.
I do have someone to thank for the uneven start to my trip, and I’d just feel awful if I didn’t take the time to give credit where credit is due.
Cheapoair.com: This thank you goes to the brainless monkey who decided to mark my ticket as a direct flight from Orlando to Paris, FAILING TO MENTION that I would have to stop in Philadelphia for 3 hours. THAT is NOT a direct flight. Also, thank you for entering my first name into the computer as “Amissashley Sather”, making me just that much more difficult to locate. Upon my return, you will be receiving many phone calls from a customer that is the very definition of the word, “disgruntled.”
As frustrated as I became with said booking site, there has never been anyone more completely annoying than, “The Guy Who Sat Next to Me.” He started out by saying, “Don’t worry about me, ‘ll be asleep in about 20 minutes.”
LIAR. You sir, are the antithesis of what a good traveler should be.
It is perfectly fine to try and initiate conversation with your flight mate early on, but if they drop subtle hints like, “I’m going to sleep the whole way there” or “I’m ready to just zone out for a while”, RESPECT THAT. It is not an open invitation for you to observe and comment on their actions for the next seven hours. Also, you are allotted ONE seat, do not invade the personal space of the person sitting next to you. I do not know you sir, nor do I like you very much. Elbows down, legs closed. Do not look to see what movie I am watching, do not comment on it if you do see it. Do not tell me that my coffee is bad for me while you stuff your face with a donut. Do not comment on the fact that there is no view of Paris from 30,000 feet, do not comment on the lack of trees when you do see Paris. When someone asks you if you speak French, DO NOT respond by saying, “Heck, I barely speak English”-you have just embarrassed your country. This man should be banned from all flights international or otherwise.
Let’s keep him in North Carolina where he belongs.
On a lighter note, I did eventually tune him out. I’m now sitting in Charles De Gaul Airport, and am feeling completely out of place. For one, I have never encountered a more confusing airport. The language barrier gives you that “fish out of water” feeling, and you hope that those French lessons you were semi-awake for will help you at all for the three hours you will spend here.
It makes me a tad nervous to get to Athens. I certainly speak more French than I do Greek...which is less than comforting. I’m ready to get a full nights sleep in a warm bed though. Maybe I’ll skip meeting anyone tonight so I can hopefully dump this cold and make a healthy first impression.
Time to fly.
peace, from a French catastrophe
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