This is a photo of my view as I sat here this afternoon, after a nice lunch with the ‘oldies’. That’s the aunts and uncles, though now they don’t feel as old as they did when we were all younger… when they were my current age and younger.
I’d done my ‘auntie’ dip – an hour or so in the water swimming and meeting people, cause of course you strike up friendships in the sea. Or at least I do. Then I came home, had lunch and sat a while to enjoy the view. After that I went to bed to read again and fell asleep…
And woke up at 8.30pm.
Just in time for dinner.
I’d had plans for tonight, but I was still feeling too dopey to go into town. Its about a 3klm walk which is great exercise but I’m still feeling zonked and now its fully dark and the view is still great with all the glittering lights of town and distant Syros visible. I think I might just stay here…
So much for going for an afternoon swim. I mustn’t ever go to bed in the afternoon again!
Meanwhile I’m sunburnt and itching like I have fleas. Thankfully I didn’t get the painful sunburn, I skipped straight to itchy. Its really annoying as scratching hurts but oh man, I need to scratch badly.
I got a call from my cousin, Zefi* this afternoon saying “Hey Fuzz**, next time you blog don’t forget to mention chicken rolls”. Well, I’m nothing if not responsive to the demands of my readers. At least it proves that someone reads my blog, even if it is just family and people I guilt into it…
But before I tell you about chicken rolls and what on earth they’re doing on the beach, let me deal with the pesky asterixes.
*There are only 3 Zefis in our family, unlike the amount of Peters, or the amount of Nicks in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I’m the original Zefi, there’s one living on Crete currently who has a different last name, and then there’s the little usurper, aka newspaper reporter, aka Little Zefi. When we lived in Griffith, NSW, I was THE Zefi till the little usurper came along and took over my name and peed in my shoes cause we wouldn’t play with her.
A few years later she came to live with us in Athens and earned the nickname ‘newspaper reporter’ cause everything she heard or saw she’d report back to my mom. As you can see, she really knew how to make friends and influence people.
**Two Zefi Famelis sharing a room (and two Peter Famelis sharing a caravan on the roof (that’s a whole other story) in the house in Athens got a bit confusing. So I was big Zef and she was little Zef. I never liked what big Zef implied, but what can you do?
Anyway, we played around with our names, as you do, and for a while I was Ifez and my brother was Retep. In the spirit on backwardness I went through our room while little Zef was out reporting on some other unsuspecting person and played a joke on her.
I went through every single thing she owned and every bit of her side of the room and switched things around. The order of her drawers was swapped. The sides of her desk were swapped. Her books were reversed on the shelves. I even went through and undid all her neatly folded socks (cause she was an annoyingly good little girl) and did them up again with unmatched partners. I left a note saying ‘beware, Ifez was here’.
She was still finding mixed up things months later. Best practical joke ever.
Anyway, Ifez morphed into Fuzz and my aunt still calls me Fuzz now. In fact when Zefi and I get together we call eachother Fuzz and Fuzzywuzzy. I love that girl.
Now back to the beach and who put out the chicken rolls.
While in Athens Zefi took me tankini shopping cause I don’t wear bikinis any more. As you may remember if you read a previous post on the subject. During that time she introduced me to the strappy bikini, aka, the chicken roll.
You can see the similarities.
Anyway, rest assured I did not get anything like that. Though now I’m thinking about getting a bikini. Those tankinis are nice but they sure take a long time to dry! And they’re so hard to change when you’re wet.
I am now convinced that there are three stages in life: 1. when we’re young and pretty and wear bikinis, 2. when we get older and care what people think so we hide our imperfect bodies with full swimsuits (or burkas), and 3. when we no longer care what anyone thinks and go buy another bikini.
I’m at stage 3. I think. Its a close call.