I’ve been soaked into Greek culture in a matter of weeks. Here I am driving on the wrong right side of the road using Greek road manners and a heavy foot on the accelerator. I eat my dinner way past 8pm and could do with a siesta at 3pm. Here I am speaking indecipherable Greek, nae, but it gets me around if I’m enthusiastic with the sign language. I smell of onion and my throat is full of salt. Here I am, a frappe-convert. Instant coffee whipped with water, throw in some ice, a dash of milk and sugar and you’ve got the drink I drink every other day. I’m not an instant coffee sort of girl but Greek life is different life, so adapt to love.ย 

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