Adventures on a car-less Island

This past weekend, I got in touch with my inner pirate.  Yes, you read that correctly: PIRATE.  You see, myself and four of my colleagues took off on Friday evening for an adventure on the island of Hydra.  Hydra is a quick (well, 1.5 hours) ferry hop away from Athens, so we left a little bit after school ended and arrived just a little bit before dinner time.*

*I haven't mentioned this yet: Greek dinner time doesn't take place at 6:00 or 7:00, as most of you Midwesterners probably are used to.  It doesn't even happen at 8:00 or 9:00, for all you East Coast folks.  No, it's just starting to become acceptable to dine around 9:30 or 10:00 on a daily basis.

A quick word on logistics in Hydra: the only vehicles that you'll find on the island are a garbage truck (yes, a SINGLE garbage truck) and water taxis.  Oh yes, there are plenty of donkeys also.  You can imagine how much quieter all of this makes the island -- a huge change from the business of Athens!  Anyway, we arrive at the port and go to meet our landlord, who walks us up the mountain to the villa he is renting us.

Two things I want to point out here:
1.)  That's a really damn steep hill.
2.)  The yacht is probably worth more than the entire city.

Once we get settled, we enjoy some dinner at a local taverna, then head on over to THE PIRATE BAR!  Several people from school recommended this place, particularly their B52s.  Friends, ask me about that sometime.  Parents/grandparents, you're probably better off not knowing.  We'll just agree that it was a very fun birthday evening.

Yarrr.... 

I think the pirates ran out of rum...

On Saturday, Bethany (one of my colleagues) and I decided to go for a hike.  We started following signs for the lighthouse, which we thought would be pretty neat to check out.  It was kind of like looking for buried treasure (except it's not buried...... nor is it really a treasure...... nor did we have a map.....), but alas, our pirating skills were not up to snuff.  After three hours of searching, we decided to turn around and head home.  Luckily for us, the Mediterranean Sea was calling our name, and we hopped into a beautifully warm and refreshing ocean.  

 Clear water = Happy Evan

 Our hikes are rough.  All uphill.  This picture doesn't do it justice...

...especially with this little stretch at the top.  Ouch.

Sunday was very similar to Saturday -- hiking and oceaning took up most of the day, but there came a point when we finally had to face reality -- it was time to head home.  I'm convinced, though, that Athens is fake-Greece.  Real Greece is only found on those little islands out in the middle of the ocean.  One down, 1,399 to go!

Proof that I was actually there.

No Mother, of course I didn't jump off the cliff into the Mediterranean Sea...

Off to Hydra!

Hello everyone!

Today's my birthday, and it's probably the coolest birthday yet!  Sure, it's not quite the excitement of #21, but the Greeks here have a way of making it a really, really great day.

More on that later though: I'm off to Hydra for the weekend!  I'm anticipating some adventures hiking and beaching and... exploring the Pirate bar!

Arrrrr!

Let's talk about home!

In the spirit of me trying to find cheap/free housing associated with my jobs (i.e. SJP dorm, Tomahawk tent), I opted to live in an on-campus house at my school in Athens.  Now, I'm pretty sure most of you have no idea about the scope of this campus, so I figured I'd give you a tour.  We'll start off with the school grounds and will end with my luxurious mansion.

Kollegio Athinon (Athens College) is a campus between two well-off parts of outer-Athens: Psychiko and Halandri.  It's a gated campus, with security staffing the gate 24x7.  I suppose this is necessary for two reasons:  First, this school draws the children of many wealthy and/or important Greeks.  This includes children of the former or current Prime Minister, children of diplomats, actors and actresses, and many others of the same type.  That's not to say they do not have your typical Greek family sending children to school here, but you get the picture.

From the gate, we have the option of hanging a left to the athletic buildings or straight to the academic buildings.  Athletic buildings include a swimming pool, indoor and outdoor basketball courts, a turf soccer field, tennis courts, a weight room, and a racquetball court.  

This pool has the honorable distinction of being the cleanest body of water I've EVER swam in.  

Yes, that includes Long Lake.  And the YMCA.
Maybe those aren't the best comparisons...

Like I mentioned earlier, if you went straight up the hill from the gate, you'll start passing a few other buildings.  The first one of distinction is the library.  This is the largest school library in Greece, and it has a full-time staff of around twelve.  Then there are the teaching fellows, who work in the library either with specific classes or full time.  Tons of resources.  Further up the hill is clearly the hallmark building of campus: the Benakio.  This is the building that I'll be spending most of my time in, and it houses most of the classrooms for the high school.

On either side of the Benakio are two other awesome buildings:  to the west, we have Saka, the alumni and staff "lounge."  The school hosted a cocktail party for myself and my co-fellows on Thursday evening, and they regularly host other functions.  Pictured is Saka in preparation for (presumably) a wedding.  To the east of the Benakio is the Athens College Theater.  This is a really large auditorium (probably seats upwards of 2,500), with a few areas for art displays as well.  Apparently professional groups come through to use that venue quite often, too!

And now, finally, we head up to my house.  I think the best way to describe the room is to go through the description provided to us and fact-check it:

The house has six bedrooms... (FALSE:  It has five real bedrooms, and there are seven people living in it.)
two and a half bathrooms... (True, but only when they're all functional)
a kitchen... (Technically true, but it's a stretch.  We have no stove nor oven, but a combination of the two that we affectionately call a "stoven."  Sketchy.)

a breakfast nook...  TRUE

a living room...  TRUE, a very nice one at that too!

a library...  FALSE.  That is now my "bedroom."

a rooftop balcony...  True, but it is completely filled with a solar panel.

a piano... True.

and a lovely garden terrace... False.  It is not lovely yet.  It will be, though!

complete with a 264 gallon swimming pool!  False.  Our inflatable pool was punctured.  We have a 0 gallon swimming pool.

Regardless, it's home.  In time, I think we'll all grow to love the place!

Our chapel.

I may be cursed...

Some of you may remember my woes when I was trying to return to the United States from my time in Ireland a few years ago.  You'll probably remember that it didn't go well.  If you have no idea what I'm talking about, just trust me on this one: it's a great story, but one to hear in person.

Anyway, yesterday I was embarking on my first trans-Atlantic journey since that lovely trip in 2010.  It started off very promising.  The sun was shining at the Rochester International Airport, my bags had been packed for several hours now, and I had just enjoyed a deliciously filling El Carambas lunch with a friend.  Well, we arrive at the airport and unload the bags, when lo and behold, my first flight is delayed by an hour.

To give you a bit of perspective, my itinerary never really gave me much time between flights -- usually between 90 and 120 minutes.  I had a flight from Rochester to Chicago, followed about two hours later by a flight from Chicago to London-Heathrow, followed about 1.5 hours later by my final flight to Athens  You can see how delays make travelling on that itinerary significantly more difficult to deal with, particularly for trans-Atlantic flights.  To say the least, I was a bit nervous.

After browsing the internet for a bit looking at potential options in case, you know, I miss my connecting flight in Chicago, I figured I may as well just go wait by the gate.  We board the plane, then are told that our wheels-up time is being pushed back, due to bad weather in Chicago.  Great.  But, there's not a whole lot I can do, so I contentedly read SkyMall magazine.  Twice.

7:31 PM:  Finally!  The 5:20 flight is leaving the ground now!  So we're two hours late for a 1:55 layover... I may be a bit fuzzy in my math skills at times, but that doesn't seem to bode well for me.  It turns out that our in-air time was only about 45 minutes (through thunderstorms, mind you), so we were de-planing in Chicago at 8:25.  There's a chance, right!  After all, my international flight isn't scheduled to leave for another ten minutes, and it's in a different terminal where I'll need to clear security again...

Luckily, British Airways was especially accommodating for me.  Their ticketing agent must've seen the desperation in my eyes as I'm running up to the counter at 8:35, hoping the plane hasn't left yet.  It hadn't.  In fact, he is able to call over to the gate and have them hold the plane for me, and then he escorted me through employee-only areas of the airport, sped me through security, and got me to the gate in about three minutes.
Did I mention that I love British Airways now?  I sat down in seat 22K, and within a minute, I am being offered a newspaper and a glass of water.  After I have a chance to re-assess my surroundings, I realize that I'm literally the only person sitting in row 22.  Yes, I have the entire row to myself.  This'll be a nice flight.  Top this off with a delicious dinner, several travel bottles of wine, and The Hobbit, and I'm golden.

Arriving in the London-Heathrow airport,I also had a bit of a tight connection, but luckily the plane to Athens was also running a bit late.  I boarded without too much difficulty, and about three hours later I set foot on Athenian pavement, minus my checked luggage, which was presumably left behind in Chicago.  Oh, the glories of air travel.

What's next?

As promised in my last post, I'd have some exciting news for you in the future  Well, at this point the drama is all but vaporized, as you all know what I'm about to share with you.  I've been awarded a Fulbright grant to work with high school students at Psychico and Athens Colleges in Athens, Greece.  Obviously, I'm pretty stoked about the opportunity, and I hope to use this as both a personal development tool as well as professional development.  For your convenience, the rest of this post will be a FAQ section.  If your question isn't included on the list, then you'll either have to Skype me for the answer or live without knowing it (OR I suppose you could write a comment...)!

Q:  "Will you be teaching, or will you be a student at the college?"  (Another variation: "Are you qualified to teach college students?")
A:  The institution I'm working at is a private Greek primary and secondary school, serving grades 1-12.  College is just a term used in Greece for this type of institution  Also, the school has its own campus (a pretty nice one, too -- more on that later), which is probably the biggest similarity to the college you're thinking of.

Q:  Have you been to Greece before?
A:  Nope!  My first time on Grecian soil was about 20 hours prior to the posting of this entry.

Q:  What language do they speak in Greece?
A:  Greek...

 Q:  What will you be teaching?
A:  Good question!  That's one topic that is still up in the air right now.  My primary role will be in the English department, rotating among the various classes to teach a lesson or a unit at a time.  Other jobs may include some college admissions counselling, SAT preparation courses, some extracurricular activities, and hopefully some time in other classrooms of my choosing (i.e. social studies).

Q:  What about the Prep School?  Wasn't that a great job?
A:  Sure it was.  The biggest difference between the Prep School and here (among many smaller differences) is that this school is in Athens, whereas the Prep School is in Minnesota.  I trust you can see the allure...

Q:  How long will you be gone?
A:  I'll be working over here until mid-July 2014.  There's a good chance I'll be back in the States for the Christmas season, and I promise I'll bring some Athenian weather with me.