Kalimera!

Monday, May 18, 2015

So here I am, finally in Greece, after all the dramas.

On Sunday, May 17, my sister and I left home at 4 pm, her boyfriend took us to the airport. Our plane took off at 8.30 West Indo Time. It was our first time going to Europe in economy class. I thought it would be unpleasant, but it turned out to be a really fine experience. Everyone was so nice to us. The check-in counter guy gave us seats in an empty row near the business class. There were four seats in the row, but the other two were empty, so we had an entire row for us. We could sleep almost properly. The food was nice too. So many cheeses, salmon, and olives: my three most favorite foods!

After a twelve hours flight, we landed in Istanbul, Turkey. My sister got transferred to Athens real soon. Her plane left Istanbul right away. But mine was still 6 hours after. So for 5 hours I gotta wait there.

It was an interesting five hours btw.

I brought a book to read while waiting. It was a classic lit, "Oliver Twist" by Charles Dickens. I finished it in no time, so the next few hours I just sat there and watched people.

I really love being in an international airport. I really enjoy watching those people. I just sit there and watch them, observe them, their look, the characters of their faces, their colors, the way they dress.

Most Turkish women have strong mediteran faces: big, deep eyes, very thin eyebrows, long eye lashes, sharp chin, full lips, and the noses are thin, sharp, rather big compared to indonesian, but smaller than most european people. They have fair skin, but some have darker skin. Some have dark hair, some are blond or very light brown. They're very beautiful.

The men are rather attractive, maybe for the Indonesian eye, Indonesian taste: tall, white, deep eyes, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes up and under their big eyes, sharp nose, and they all have nice smiles. Most of them have lots of facial hair.

I also tried to guess where the other beautiful people come from. There's a group of asian tourists. Of course it's easy to tell that they are asians. They have asian eyes, asian skin, asian hair, and dress the asian way. Japanese people have softer faces, proper noses, small lips, and are very cute-looking. Their style is simple yet effortlessly fashionable. I saw that Japanese girl with a long black skirt, t-shirt, cardigan, and unique kinda keds with big ribbon.

Anyway, there is too much to tell you in words. I'll post some pictures later, when I get my laptop. Point is, they're all beautiful. They're all very good looking and fashionable. I feel like I was browsing Pinterest.

It's all beautiful to see. I sat and made sketches of some of them. Then my phone was outta battery, so I needed to recharge. I looked for a stop contact to connect with my charger. I could recharge my battery in Starbucks. But it meant I had to sit and buy something. So I ordered some drinks. I was about to pay with a sheet of 50 euro.

Be continued

Very nice starbucks guy, very nice old man from cape town, he's traveling, to israel. Very nice young man, samir from egypt, leaving for manchester, works and lives at leeds. Very beautiful young girl, mazzeo daiana, from argentina, she went to visit myconos with her mom. She's very smart and n

The Istanbul airport experience.Most interesting seven hours of waiting.Arrived at Athens at 1 pm.Bought mineral water and some snack, the cashier guy seemed so surprised when I said, “Eucharisto!”First he looked so surprised, and then he looked so happy, and with a big smile, put his hand on his chest and said loudly, “Paragalo!”He seemed surprised that I said thank you in his language. I was really surprised to see him surprised. And later I learned that everytime I said “Eucharisto” to the Greeks I met, they all have the same reaction: surprised, happy, say “paragalo” with all their hearts. Oh I really love the Greeks!I didn’t know how impressing saying “Eucharisto” was. It was just thank you. I know that in most European countries, or maybe in most countries, when a tourist said “Thank you” in the country’s language, it was nothing special. Everybody, I’m sure, every tourist, can say standard phrases like “Thank you”, “Excuse me”, “Good morning” in the language spoken by the country they’re visiting.When I traveled to Milan, Venice, Genoa, Pisa, they didn’t look so surprised when I said “Grazie mille” or “Buongiorno” or “Scusi” or “Buona notte” or any standard phrases. They didn’t seemed surprised either when I could have some daily conversation. I’m pretty fluent in Italian.But the Greeks… oh my God. They’re so humble and adorable.