I wrote a comment to help LBR feel better about her pale skin by telling her the Greek Girl's side of things, which started to get so long winded that I decided to turn it into a post. So, where I may have felt proud of my fast and dark tanning ability, it was only to counteract the hidden torment of my Greek "otherness". In a word...hair. While most of us Greeks have thick, dark shiny hair (and true, it's nice) it doesn't limit itself to the scalp. It seems to think if it's pretty up there, it'll be pretty everywhere.I was mesmerized by her "otherness" as she seemed to be everything I was not. Where I was painfully pale and could not lay out for more than five minutes without risking red hot pain and burning blisters, Helios seemed to worship Nicky by amplifying her already bronzed beauty with an Aphrodite like glow. I had strawberry red hair that was cut into a short and snappy 80's hair do that accented my collection of colourful earrings---while Nicky had extremely long black hair that was longer, blacker and thicker than any hair I have ever seen. Her shiny eyes flashed like day-glow Kalamata olives, while mine were light and blue, much like an anemic body of water in the Ionic of which no fisherman fished and no tourists toured.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
...sunshine! We stayed in Lloret de Mar, not so nice, but our day in Tossa de Mar was fabuloso! (Is that Spanish?) We spent several hours on the beach and then walked up to the castle and village that made it one of the most beautiful beaches I personally have been to.
After the walk, we ate at a restaurant next to the beach. It was a hotel restaurant and we were sure we'd get mediocre food, but we were starving and it looked to be the best option. We started with a mandatory pitcher of homemade sangria.
It was excellent! We had one of the best salads I've ever had, and it was beautiful (no photo) and we also had the seafood paella, which was incredible.
Apparently there was a little old "mommy" in the kitchen who made the paella from scratch, and she was from Valencia. (So said the manager.) It was great, and happily there were two langoustines, so we could each have one. YUM!
(Did I mention that it was almost half the price for food in Spain? The groceries were awesome! I bought a big jug of Sangria that was better than the one we had in the restaurant and it only cost 80 euro cents. Gas was cheaper too, only about $7.00 a gallon when converted. Can you hear my sarcastic tone? So, I will refrain from complaining about paying the $3.79 a gallon yesterday.)