So, this happened.
Mine is the blue car on the right, and the red car belongs to some jackass parked too close to my driveway. I’d like to say I’m such an expert at maneuvering that I squeaked by with inches to spare on purpose. Truth be told, I didn’t even realize how close I was until I got out, and it’s a miracle I didn’t put a nice, long red scrape on my passenger side door. I thought about leaving a note, but that seemed like such an American thing to do, and besides, what would it accomplish, anyway? I also thought about spray painting a line across the front end of the red car where my driveway actually starts…but that seemed like something a crass American would do.
Instead, I chose to let it slide, turn up the radio, and head back into Athenian traffic. A big, booming Greek voice announced that this station was the NUMERO AYE-NAH rock station in Athens. Wow. So radio announcers are pretty much the same in both of our countries. After the Incubus hit (pronounced Eenk-oo-boos, hilariously) came The Cure. Again. I flipped the dial, and I kid you not, the same Cure song was playing on another station. Greeks seriously love The Cure, I guess.
Sunday my family had a reunion in Ohio, and long after the kids were in bed, I got a FaceTime call from my mom. My relatives took turns passing me around the party. I got to meet the newest addition to the family, just seven weeks old and snoozing in his car seat. What an age we live in! I can move halfway around the world and still attend a family reunion in the States. It wasn’t quite the same as being there…but I was still delighted to get a chance to talk to everyone. Thank you, Internet! And thank you, Weddles and Smiths, for thinking of me!