Partly because I spent ages typing up a post only to lose it somehow. But mostly cause of the freakin’ way things work in Greece.

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate this country?

How nothing seems to make sense here?

Please tell me… is there another country in the entire world where you don’t receive any kind of notification to pay your car registration? (Don’t answer that, I’m sure that some tiny deep dark forest country in the middle of nowhere doesn’t notify you either.)

Australia made sense.

I’d get a notice to pay my car registration. And I’d get a bill for my rates. A letter to remind me to register my dog’s with the council every year. A letter that it was time to do my taxes, and a letter that it was time to visit my dentist.

Here I get notification from my accountant to pay my self-employed insurance, do my taxes and pay my bill. I get notified to pay my rates. I get notified when my car is due for inspection.

But apparently I have to remember to pay my car registration every year, without any reminder notice.

Ok, maybe I’m a total idiot. Could very well be. I mean, I drive a car, shouldn’t I think of things like that? Well, frankly, no, cause I’m used to receiving notification that car ‘rego’ due!

As a result, I didn’t pay one year, so I had to pay double. Luckily my cousin Zefi told me about it today, so I was able to pay this year’s before December 31 and get fined again.

Seriously, it makes no sense to me. They have an online tax platform in Greece and they keep track of every single cent I make or spend. They have a projection of how much it costs for me to live and I have to show that I make at least that much or I’m in trouble, cause where am I getting the extra money?

Yet, this one thing, they figure I can take care of myself. Oh boy were they wrong. Then again, they were right. They got double out of me.

Zefi had to go through every single year to find where I’d missed a payment. Yes, you read that right. She did it for me cause I’m allergic to this crap.

How does anyone keep track of anything?

I’m really sick of how this country works.

I love living on Paros, but Greece is making me lose my hair.

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