One day my fiance told me that we should watch ‘Grease‘. I thought he was talking about Greece, and I wasn’t too keen. Greece? The country in Europe? No, thank you, too close to home… But I did watch the movie, and I did come to Greece.

It was one summer in Parga.

Athens had been an untouched land before my trip to the Balkan peninsula. And it remains so up to this day. I didn’t get to see the famous city or any of its sights. It was the stop before getting into the bus to Parga on the Northwestern coast.

Just like in Petoskey, I was put in a room with 3 other girls. I was not a freshman anymore, I was a graduate with 1 year of a serious job experience under my belt. And I had to share the room and the bathroom with 3 other girls? Actually, I had to share the bathroom with boys, too! I didn’t mind, though, it was the summer abroad, and it was my adventure in Europe, and I couldn’t have cared less about the lack of space or privacy.

I got hired as a waitress at Nafsika restaurant (turned into Gemini restaurant and pizzeria) and I worked hard.

Early in the morning I’d go to the restaurant and prepare for the service. I’d come home, rest and hide from the hot Mediterranean sun during lunch time, come out again in the late afternoon to work my shift.

I remember how much I liked my walks to and from the restaurant.

There were olive and lemon trees growing everywhere, there were walnut trees and exotic flowers. It simply was a bright and happy place. I passed by a precious beach every day and it soon became my resting spot after the morning prep.

I have to say, the heat that summer was immense. The temperatures reached and surpassed 50 degrees Celsius. Some mornings I’d be putting plates on the tables, polishing the cutlery and trying not to leave any traces of my sweat dripping all over the table.

A girl from Poland worked with me and soon enough we became really good friends. After the shift, on the way back from the restaurant, we’d often stop by at a bar and enjoy a Black Russian or two. On the nights when we skipped the drinks, we’d stop at a bakery and buy some delicious desserts. We worked hard, but we also enjoyed every free moment we got.

The pocket dictionary that I brought with me came in handy (or so I thought). I learned to say ‘good morning’, ‘good evening’, ‘thank you’, ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Funnily, Greek ‘yes’ sounds just like a ‘no’ in my native language. I remember all the diners who would tell me ‘yes, yes’, when asked if they wanted bread with their salad. The bread would never arrive as in my mind they were saying ‘no, no’!

Then there was food… I couldn’t think of anything better than a fresh Greek salad on a sunny day in Greece. Spanakopita was on the menu as well, as well as with many other traditional Greek cuisine dishes. However, in Parga I fell in love with moussaka and had that for lunch as often as I could.

So there was food. There was the sea. There were lemons. And there were boys.