I’m slowly but surely filling the pantry and fridge. This morning I had to do a few things at Liam’s school, so I decided to try the much larger super market that James told me about, which was just down the street from the school. And, wowsa, he wasn’t kidding. It even has an escalator for carts!
I brought two bags with me, figuring that was all I could manage on the bus home. Remember, I’ve got about 25 pounds of baby and diaper bag to carry, too. This place was a cornucopia compared to our neighborhood supermarket. I found tons of fun little snacks for Liam, still mostly written in Greek, so I had infer from the pictures. No baby food in the baby aisle, but I did find whole milk baby yogurt. Oh, and I think I found a new favorite food here: Kiwi flavored yogurt. It is Awesome.
After pretty much filling my two bags, I headed upstairs to take a gander at the selection of non-food items. They had everything! I picked up some scotch tape so I can make labels for all my foreign appliances. And they had hairdryers!
Picture me, hair a hot mess for the past week, eyes welling with tears as I fruitlessly attempted to stuff a huge hair dryer box in my already full bag. No dice. But that’s ok — I’m coming back with reinforcements tomorrow.
Back downstairs at the checkout I loaded my groceries onto the conveyor, much like at the Dillons back home. But unlike at the Dillons, the checker started berating me in Greek about something I couldn’t really figure out. She didn’t speak English, so she exasperatedly called over a manager who took my bananas. Wait, what’s wrong with the bananas? Soon enough, he came back with them in a bag with a price sticker on them. Ah-ha. I guess you have to weigh all your produce and get a sticker yourself. They need a sign! Actually, there probably was one, but I can’t read it, lol. Once I figured out my blunder, I reluctantly pulled out my kiwis from another bag, which pissed her off again. But through some practiced miming, I conveyed to her that this was the last of it. Sheesh!
The man behind me was very polite and understanding. Having Violet with me helps. A lot of people kept stopping me to coo at her and say things in Greek. I’d smile politely, sometimes saying that I only speak English, and no one volunteered that they also speak my language. Hmmm… I better get on this learning Greek stuff. The polite man behind me in line helped put my bag in my cart, and I attempted to thank him. “Ef charisto. Eff Har-eestow.” Liam’s principal had corrected my Greek when I attempted to say it last week. It’s apparently one of the hardest words to say.
Back to the bus stop I went, carrying far too heavy a load. And Violet, my sweet baby, was so good! She hadn’t been fed all morning, and she stayed quiet the whole time, just looking around and taking it all in. One thing James warned me about with the bus — you have to wave your hand like you’re flagging a taxi or they won’t bother stopping. Thankfully there were a lot of people waiting at the stop, so I didn’t have to worry about it. I managed to find our stop without trouble (I’m really getting the hang of this!), and with shaky arms and a profusion of sweat, I got everything to our house.
What an adventure, with more to come I’m sure! James and I found a Mexican place just up the street we think we’re going to try for dinner. Let’s see what the Greeks make of Mexican food! Ole!