roundabouts and driving on the wrong side

Well, I survived my first two drives in Athens. On my own. With google maps in the passenger seat.

Yes, I’ve done it before, but somehow this time it seemed like a bigger step. It had been so long. I mean I drive mom’s car on Paros when I’m on holiday, but its been years since I drove in Athens. And let me tell you, Athens is a whole different kettle of fish to Australia.

Narrow roads, people driving up and down at full speed. Cars parked on both sides and in wierd spots, odd angles, all over the road and footpaths. Traffic signals are merely a suggestion.

And the area I picked up the car from seems to have its own rules for roundabouts which defy logic. Apparently, its the only place in Greece where the people entering the roundabout have the right of way.

Uhuh.

You heard right.

Certain words come to mind: illogical, irrational, idiotic, foolish, impractical, unreasonable, ignorant, stupid…

You enter the roundabout, then get stuck there cause no one will let you out, and the more people who enter the roundabout the more packed it becomes till in the end no one can move.

Wonder who thought that would work?

As for me, I’m getting there slowly. I still get into the car on the wrong side and reach for a steering wheel that’s not there, but I’ll get used to it. I did look like an idiot the first few times it happened though.

I’m also back to a manual car after many years with automatics. Not that that’s a problem. I had manual cars for most of my life. Its just another thing to get used to. Gears on the right…

Anyway, I’m back on Paros again and life can start to get sane again. Its good to be back on the island.

z

another day in psiri

I’ve said before, many times, that the best thing about Athens is the old centre – Monastiraki, Psiri, Plaka. I’ve been in Athens 3 weeks now (way longer than I planned) but I’ve finally been well enough to go out and that’s where I choose to go.

Every time.

Monastiraki is full of shops selling everything a tourist could want (or not!). Psiri is full of cafes and bars and tavernas and cute little shops selling anything you can imagine. Clothes, power tools, rope, fresh fish or meat, nuts, fresh bread, antiques, high end jewellery, ice cream, shoes, army surplus… its just wonderful!

And having someone who knows the area is even better. Last night my cousin Peter showed me places only those in the know know about. Go down some stairs, through an arcade and through a non-descript door to a hidden bar here. Go up some stairs through an iron gate to a secret little cafe there. Even to the door of a little old lady who will cook you home made meals 3 nights a week using what she has in her fridge!

For me the beauty isn’t just the narrow streets and the shops and cafes with outdoor tables on the little squares, or the crowds of people from all over… its in the graffiti on the closed shop fronts and on the falling down neoclassical buildings which are slowly rotting away. The colours, the artwork (or lack of art) makes the place special.

Its the crumbling buildings and their junk shops next door to the restored buildings with expensive shops. Its all just right there, all mixed together.

There’s a real seedy side to the old centre of Athens, the homeless sleeping on pallet mattresses in alcoves they’ve converted into bedrooms, the tourists wandering around, the locals sitting at cafes drinking coffee. I mean, even the grungy dirty-ness of it is part of the experience.

And I love it. Which I never thought I would.

In fact, if I had the money and I didn’t have a home in Athens, I’d be tempted to buy an apartment in the old centre just for the times I come to Athens. Imagine it… I’d never need a car, the metro is right there, a short ride from the port of Pireaus or the airport. I’d never have to cook or have coffee at home, I’d just wake up and go downstairs and I’d have a million choices at my doorstep.

Sure. Its not clean. Or quiet. And a million light years from living in country Tasmania, but man… there’s just something about it!

But I have a home in Athens, so its not an option… still, I love going down and wondering around.

Today I met another cousin (I have plenty of them!) down there for a coffee and catch up and afterwards I gave in to the temptation to visit some of the many antique shops. Drool. I plan to visit them again once I’ve got a workshop and buy myself some stuff to restore and remake.

As it is I controlled myself. I bought some cotton threads cheaper than I could have got them in a sewing shop. I got some rope (not from an antique shop) to make another basket or two. And I got some chandelier crystals and a gorgeous antique plate.

I didn’t need the plate, given I don’t yet have a place to display it, but I couldn’t resist when the price became something I was willing to spend.

A pretty good morning actually. I’m definitely going down there next time I’m in Athens with a budget and a shopping list. I found sources for most of my junk4joy needs: cotton rope, leather, fabric, rusty stuff, upholstery goods, tools, beads… anything and everything.

Yeah. I like that place.

Meanwhile, on the other fronts what’s going on? Well, things are finally moving along on the purchase of the unit I’m buying. More details on that as things progress. And the car is now officially mine. I just gotta go pick it up in the morning, pay for the insurance and take it to the mechanic to get it serviced.

Cause apparently a service on Paros will cost a whole lot more than it will here.

To be honest, I’m ready to just go pick up the car and get the whole bloody thing over with. But given this whole adventure has cost me a ton more than I expected with no end in sight yet, I should go ahead and get it all done before returning to Paros… every penny saved…

Sigh…

Plans are that as long as the guy can do the service tomorrow I’ll go buy a ticket, pick up the car when its ready, pack it full whatever time I get it home and leave for Paros on Thursday morning. I just wanna get back to my life and my routine. As much as I love the city center I’ll be glad to leave Athens.

Just in time for the bad weather too. Till now its been glorious spring days (complete with itchy nose and sneezing) but now its overcast and drizzly with more to come. Wonderful.

It was bound to happen. Then again, summer will be here soon enough and cool weather will be a distant memory.

Things are falling into place. A car, a job, a home… Hopefully once I’m back and into a routine again the stress will abate and my digestive system will get back into line. I’m over feeling ‘not quite right’ and having a permanent cold.

z

Disclaimer: none of the images are mine. They’re just great ones I found on the internet.

jacket – a work in progress

You know those boho jackets and stitched patched jeans you see everywhere on Pinterest? Well, you see them if you’re me and you love them and actually look for them…

Something like the images below (all from Pinterest):

So pretty… so messy and beautiful…

Well, I decided to make my own. And since I didn’t have an old jean jacket to alter, I had to go buy one. I found this very cheap one at Millers while in Tasmania last year. Its pretty plain, no breast pockets, no fading, no rips or worn bits… I had to create my own. No rips (yet), but I frayed the edges where I thought a jacket would get worn by use anyway.

I did that by running over it with a razor blade to ‘shave’ off bits of thread. It worked, but obviously it needs to be washed a few more hundred times.

I did consider running over it with the car a few times, on gravel… I also considered tossing it in the sea and letting the sea beat it against the rocks a while. (I may still do that…)

Meanwhile I started working on it when I first got it. First step was to put patches of fabric on the underside of the collar.

I decided to go with reddish colours cause I like them.

I picked the colours and pinned them in place, then hand stitched them onto the collar by hand. My stitching is pretty bad which is why I decided to go with under the collar first instead of attempting that japanese boro and sashiko mending I just adore.

Didn’t turn out too bad. So I brought it with me on holidays in Greece last June… and while here I stitched the coloured bands on the seams. It was something to do during quiet times when my hands got bored.

Since then I’ve been practicing my stitching. I brought it with me to Greece again and while in Athens for longer than planned I began work on it again. Each time I sit and stitch for a while I end up doing a couple of hours while watching Netflix or listening to music. Its very relaxing and I’m loving it.

This is how it looks after about 4 sessions of stitching, maybe 5… and there’s still a blank spot on the right where I’m not sure if I’ll fill it in entirely or just scatter more french knots.

Yeah, I learned how to do french knots! I’m not great at them yet but practice makes perfect.

My stitching is still not great but this style is perfect for messy stitching. Its ideal for people like me who couldn’t make even stitches if their lives depended on it.

The plan is to keep going till I get bored, till there’s no space left, till the jacket becomes too heavy to wear or till the only thing holding it together is the stitching…

It needs more, doesn’t it? Every time I wear it it has another section added to it.

Its my learning project for this type of thing but its so much fun. I’ll add more photos as it gets more complicated…

z

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don’t hold your breath

Being in Athens I managed to do the stuff I came for, plus some that weren’t on my list. What I did tick off:

I’ve seen the accountant for advice on how to live and pay taxes in Greece

I saw friends and relatives.

I got a jumper knitted for me by an aunt.

I got sick, visited doctors and clinics, had tests up the whazoo and got a diagnosis – turns out I have a hiatas hernia. Just like mom, my aunts, my grandmother, my great grandmother and just about everyone else on the planet.

I spent way too much money on all that since I have no health cover here. Yet.

I bought a car. Well, technically, I’ve almost bought a car.

The plan was simple: I found a car I liked. I saw it, put down a deposit. My visa card didn’t work on his machine so I had to do a money transfer from my bank in Australia to his bank in Greece. I go back, he does the paperwork, I take the car and I’m back on Paros for the weekend.

Uhuh.

Don’t hold your breath.

The money isn’t in his account yet.

I showed him the receipt, the proof that the money has been transferred to his account, gone from my account, I can’t take it back. But till its in his account I can’t get the car. No way jose. No way round it. Trust me I tried every alternative I could come up with.

And its a long weekend.

OF COURSE.

So I won’t have the car till next week. If the banks are on top of things (you’d think that online transfers aren’t affected by bank hours wouldn’t you?) the money should be in his account on Tuesday morning.

Not holding my breath.

I won’t be back on Paros for another week.

Not happy!

z

PS It seems like all my posts lately have been gripes about Greece. Hang in there. There’s gotta be some good stuff coming soon. You’d think…

why do something in 1 day when you can do it in 3 months?

Seems to be the story of living in Greece. Although I recently heard its way worse in Mexico (and I’m sure in a lot of other countries).

Anyway, I’m in Athens. I’ve been here for a week today and looks like I might get lucky and be done by the weekend. Turns out that cold I couldn’t shake has turned into a saga which has me chasing tests. Fun Fun. No private health for me here. In fact, no public health really either… all out of pocket.

Hey, it’ll be worth it if I can get to the bottom of this thing.

Basically – I’ve had reflux for quite a few years – thanks to mom’s side of the family where it seems every second person has it. In your face doctors who said I needed to lose weight. All my aunts who have it are slim! Anyway… losing weight is good advice, whatever. Thing is I’ve never had it this bad before. And I had been great for months: sleeping without Mt Olympus at my back, eating whatever I wanted without paying a price. I got a cold and the cough turned me into Vomitting Veronica (anyone else seen Four Weddings and a Funeral?). I cough too much, I vomit. I eat something, I cough, I vomit. That’s one way to lose weight… I haven’t had a full night’s sleep for over 2 weeks, though thankfully I haven’t had to get up and vomit every night, just some… Its been “I’ll just go to bed and sit up a while” lately. sigh.

Mind you, these have been the most stressful 7 months of my life: making the decision to move to Greece, selling everything, finding new homes for my dogs… coming here, finding everything so difficult, looking for a house in my measley price range… Stress never helps with stomach related issues.

Add to that the fact that on returning to Greece I became a child again, unable to make a decision and feeling pushed and pressured by family at every turn. What happened to the capable take charge woman who lived in Tasmania? I really need to find her again…

Hopefully tomorrow marks the end of the tests and I’ll have an answer and, even better!, a way to fix this.

Then I can go back to Paros and muddle through my own mess there.

Other than that, what’s been going on… Well, I’ve applied for a few more jobs and am waiting to hear back from them. This is really uncomfortable you know? I applied for one job where the guy said he had others to interview and would get back to me. I didn’t hear from him for over 2 weeks and now he calls me and says the job is mine. I told him now I’m waiting to hear about 2 other jobs which, frankly, I’d prefer, and he gets angry and says “But I told you the job was yours and I told the others the position was filled”… Uhuh. Then why did you wait over 2 weeks to let me know? You didn’t do that, you interviewed everyone and then decided I was the best applicant. I wouldn’t have kept looking for work if I had a job lined up!

@#@$#!

And people wonder why I’m stressed.

Did I mention that the job is 10 hours a day 7 days a week for 67 months? Ugh. I was desperate to get a job but I did wonder why I’d want to work more on a greek island than I even worked on my own job in Australia… and for way less pay.

This is Greece. I’m still waiting to hear from at least 2 people I contacted re jobs the first week I arrived on Paros, over 6 weeks ago. If I don’t call them, they won’t call me. I’ve been advised to stop being the silly polite foreigner.

Yesterday and the day before I called a guy who was selling a car online about 6 times. We made a time to meet and I called to confirm, no answer. I was on my way and decided that I wasn’t going to go to the other end of Athens unless I spoke to him, so after more calls went unanswered I returned home.

And he was selling something! Hint: if you’re selling something you have to respond to calls from interested parties!

Ditto with the house I want to buy. I’m chasing up the solicitor and the agent and nothing seems to be happening…

My cousin has apparently been re-financing her house. She’s been doing it for 3 months now. Why does it take 3 months? Who knows. Its Greece.

Ads on FB are the funniest. You’ll see a listing for something like this:

For sale – 1 euro – washing machine xxx brand

Nothing more. So you contact them to ask for price, location, phone number. And you never hear back.

Or you’ll see the odd ad which goes like this:

For sale – 150 euro – washing machine xxx brand – Parikia

You still have to hope they’ll respond and give you a number to call, but at least the basic info is there, right? And you get a million people asking:

“how much?”

“where is it?”

“what brand is it?”

grrrr.

Ok people. Read the &#@%ing ad first, then ask the questions! And you sellers: if you want to sell something you kinda haveta get back to people!!!

Ok. I got it out of my system now.

I’m calm again now.

More later…

z

how to complicate life

Basically just move to Greece.

Nothing is straightforward here. I mean, why get a job done in one go? What fun would that be? You want to drag every little thing out for as long as possible to get every last drop of enjoyment out of it right?

Want to do your grocery shopping? Go to three supermarkets and a couple of mini markets to get the stuff on your list cause no one supermarket will stock all the items on your list. So much more fun than getting it all in one place.

Want to book a flight to Athens? Why just do it in one simple transaction when you can spend hours on the internet and phone asking why it won’t accept a card which you’ve used before on that very same site and that works in all the shops you visit? Where is the fun in that?

Want to get a drivers license (a re-issue of an old one since you remembered you used to have a greek one and they managed to find it on the system)? Easy. Just go to 3 different places to get about 4 forms filled out and pay for them, then go get photos… Arrive to have photos taken and get told you need to remove all your earrings. We’re talking small sleepers and studs here folks, nothing dangly the size of a small african country…

WTF?

I’ve been working on some of my critters for Easter – more anti-bunnies! Think of it as stress relief…

Right now I’m living in a state of limbo, not only do all my ‘great ideas’ get knocked on the head, but I’m also putting off doing anything till I know what taxes I’ll be up for once I start a job and get paid in Greece. Seems that even if you want to visit the toilet you must speak to your accountant first in case your output vs your input affects your tax status.

Today I was meant to be on my way to Athens… Instead I spent about 40 euros going to the airport and back cause the flight was cancelled due to bad weather. Ok, I get that. But man. That wasn’t an expense I had planned for. I didn’t wake up this morning thinking “Hmmm, I might take a taxi out to the airport, have a coffee there, then come back”.

Avrio. Tomorrow. Hopefully the weather will be better or I get to do it all over again! We know how to have fun here!

The weather has been wonderful and shitty, not all at the same time. One week it will be glorious, the weather of the Paros of my dreams. The next its freezing cold and so wet I wish I hadn’t left my Bogz in Australia. Sure, the dogs (Romeo) had chewed the top off one, but they were the best boots ever.

The things I regret selling, giving away and just leaving behind – up till now (I’m sure more things will come to me as I live here):

  1. stick blender/bamix
  2. hand held mixer
  3. rice cooker
  4. waterproof boots as mentioned above
  5. industrial sized bottles of wood glue

As I said, the longer I stay here, the more I’ll realise I left behind things vital to living here or anywhere.

Other than that, things are great.

My cold has been progressing nicely. Every morning I wake up and there’s a new timbre to my cough. Its a nice surprise every morning. “I wonder what I’ll sound like today?”

I’ve almost lost my voice again but that’s ok. It means I don’t have to talk to anyone if I don’t want to. Besides talking too much brings on coughing fits. That’ll put an end to even the most scintillating of conversations.

I’m still stressing over to buy an apartment, hang out for the house of my dreams which I probably can’t afford anyway, buy a car or just walk, get a bike and play chicken with the cars, get a full time job, a couple of part time jobs (if those even exist) or try to actually live the dream and create, groom and sell things to earn a living.

For instance – I thought why not apply for a license for a stall where I can sell my own stuff? Its a job, I can set my ours hours, there’s no huge overheads, I like the boss… But the hoops I’d have to jump through (sit an exam to get some certification cause having a BA in Fine Art doesn’t qualify me to sell art and craft stuff I’ve made myself, apply to register a business for the honour of paying a higher tax percentage and no tax-free threshold and the thrill of paying all the related business expenses before selling a thing) only for a 5% chance of getting a license kinda dashed that dream onto the pretty cobble stoned streets.

It not only bashed the idea against the stones, it then held its head under the aqua Aegean till it drowned…

I won’t go into it. Let me just say that right now I feel like I’m on a torture machine that’s a cross between a spanish inquisition rack and being drawn and quartered – I’m basically being pulled in all directions by different people and expectations: my own, my family’s, and everyone who I ask the opinion of.

I know. I know. My own fault for not just thinking for myself and making my own decisions. I do. I always make my own decisions, but this is a new country and a new culture for me despite the fact that I’m greek, from this particular island. I’m not that greek. I haven’t lived here for many years and when I did I had mom and dad to lean on. Now I only have myself. So I gather advice from all avenues in order to understand things so I can make informed decisions.

The only decision I’ve made 100% so far is I need to see the accountant before I make any decisions. (You can call it procrastinating. I call it making a decision.)

This is something that annoys my friends no end. Its hard for them to understand my process:

Ask everyone you know, meet, stand in line with at the supermarket what they think. Then change my mind about what I plan to do every day, sometimes twice a day.

What they don’t understand is that maybe, perhaps, most of the time, I kinda, sorta, maybe know what I want to do. I’m just looking for confirmation or approval or a blessing. Like ‘9 out of 10 people I asked agreed that this option was the best’. They’re not professionals, so I could show you their faces, but I won’t. I won’t pull you into my nightmare.

So other than that, and that the bags under my eyes are getting to the point that they’ll count against my luggage allowance, I’m doing great.

z

the island is coming alive

Yesterday was Sunday and everything was quiet. Very quiet. Not much is open on a Sunday on Paros in winter. Sure, restaurants and cafes are still open, but hardly any of the stores in the main shopping street (the Agora) are.

This morning, walking through the Agora was a totally different experience!

Almost every second shop had it doors open and there were people inside working – setting up, renovating, getting ready.

The island is gearing up to open for the season. You can feel it in the air.

Which brings up an interesting subject…

As someone who always lived elsewhere, I’ve spent most of my life holidaying on Paros, only 3 years or so working here in summer. What that means is that Paros has always been a place to swim, relax, socialize, rest and get a killer tan.

Now I’m looking at living here I’ll either have a seasonal job (which means working flat out for 6-7 months of the year) or a full time job, which means I’ll be working pretty much regular 9-5, 5-6 days a weeks.

Today I interviewed for a receptionist job. I like working as a receptionist. I get to meet a ton of people and I get to be helpful. Things I enjoy. Its usually in a pleasant atmosphere (hopefully not full of smoke as it would be if I was to work as a waitress in a cafe for instance). But of course that means working 8-10 hours a day, most likely 7 days a week for 6-7 months.

OK so you tell yourself, you then have the whole winter to rest and do other things, like travel, visit friends, create. Cause you know you bloody well won’t have time in summer! In fact a lot of people who work long days like that just go home, go to sleep, get up and go out, then back to work to do it all over again.

I’m a maniac about the sea though, and my biggest nightmares have always been that I’m on Paros and I can’t get to the sea. So I’ll be swimming even if I was to knock off at 7pm. Even if it kills me.

And it all makes me think. Do I go ahead, I mean I need a job, its my first year here, I need to earn money… forget being creative. The dream can come later, once I’m more settled. So yes. I should go ahead. Get a job for now, any job. Work the hours and later I can do what I want to do.

Do I need to buy a house which will give me the space I want (need) in order to do my creative work, which will mean spending more than I currently have or want to spend… or do I compromise and buy something smaller that I can live with, live in, and not over extend myself financially? Ideally I want a 2 bedroom place with a view and space around it, the possibility of space to work as well… but will I need it? Should I compromise and live for the now and not the later?

If I’m working full time (at least during those months of the year) I won’t have time to work on my own stuff anyway… but going home to a place you love to be in, isn’t that worth the extra expense and the trouble of living in a place which needs work till you can afford to get it done?

Its a dilemma.

I really hate dilemmas.

I didn’t sleep at all last night thanks to not being able to breathe when I lay down, so I went to the clinic today and spent the better part of the morning waiting to see a doctor, having 8 holes punched in my arms in search of the one vein which would yield blood, and getting my results. My ‘cold’ has been upgraded to bronchitis. Thought not a really bad case. And my reflux is playing up for the first time in months thanks to the stress of it all.

Wonderful.

Off to take my new meds.

z

beware of greeks bearing bills

I have learned that everything you do in Greece costs more than you think it will. I’ve had to pay customs tax on just about everything I bought or sent to myself so far.

Live and learn I guess.

I hear that I can shop from Europe as there are no taxes on stuff imported from the EU. I’ve changed my search criteria on ebay. Now lets see if its true…

Thing is, when I’m making stuff or looking for specific supplies, I always find them on ebay. They’re cheaper and I know I can find whatever I’m looking for. Looking for some stuff in Greece is a chore, not to mention sometimes impossible. Even grocery shopping sometimes entails going to 3 different shops to get what you want.

I’ll learn. Its all a huge learning curve.

One day I might manage to live here successfully.

If not, Holland is just 3 hours away by plane…

Here is an example of how things are just made difficult when they should be mind numblingly easy. The other day (feeling sick and depressed thanks to the whole government/tax system here which likes to cut you down before you stick your head up) I ordered nutella pancakes with a scoop of ice cream. The waitress was like ‘Ice cream?’

‘Yes, just a single scoop of vanilla please.’

‘Um… let me go check with the kitchen.’

hm. Like is it THAT much of a stretch?

When it came out it looked like this:

I guess a single scoop was too hard to do, but an upside down cone made sense…

Meanwhile, as I mentioned, I’ve been sick with this pesky cold/flu/chest infection. I don’t know which and to be honest I don’t feel like walking outside in the cold to visit a doctor just yet. If it doesn’t start to clear up by tomorrow I might have to bite the bullet. Last summer I got a cold which turned into pharyngitis. I had no voice for a week, much to the delight of some people…

So, while incapacitated by the cold, the cough and boredom I did a bit of work. You know how it is… When you don’t feel well you also don’t feel creative. In the odd spurt of creativity I painted on some beach stones and other stuff I’d collected on my walks.

I finished these stone/rock/marble paintings last night. Of course I need to make a gazillion more if I want to make a living out of art. LOL

Bunny, in time for easter.
Cat on a small slab of marble.
A big handful of hedgehog.
This little mouse is painted on a bit of wall that fell off an old house.
And of course the quoll I did ages ago, for size reference. The others are way bigger.

So, there you have it. All those days trapped inside with a cold and this is all I have to show for it!

That and a runny nose.

z

beanie upgrade

Take one boring beanie…

Add pearls.

E voila! Blinged up beanie.

To replace the lovely beanie my cousin Zefi (aka the little usurper who came along and appropriated my name) gave me which I lost.

Just a quickie project share cause I’m bored. I’ve been sick with a cold which started as a sore throat and has now settled into my chest and made itself at home. I haven’t done much but what Netflix and lie around feeling sorry for myself for the last couple of days.

I hope I get over this soon. Its not fun.

z

one step forward, then bashed back into my box

I knew going in that this wasn’t going to be easy, but seriously!

I managed to get a few things done this last week and even managed to start working out at the gym. Its a whole new world here (or a step backwards) as I find I have to get used to working out with machines again. The group classes here are nothing like they were in Australia. Still… its a gym and I love weights so I’ll make it work. I mean I have to. I paid twice what I paid in Australia for this gym membership!

My stuff arrived from Aus and was finally released from customs. I only had to pay another $1400 on top of the almost $5000 I’d paid to get it here in the first place.

I had it delivered to my cousin’s house where he’s very kindly offered storage space in his basement. I spent an entire day opening boxes, removing what I wanted and what I thought I could use and fit here, now, and repacking and restacking boxes. At least now I have my own bedding, towels and winter clothes. I’m sleeping with my lovely soft doonas and feel so much better. I even hung my gorgeous tea bag dress on the wall so I have something pretty to look at.

I’m still sorting out stuff, finding places to put things, trying to make the space here work for me in terms of living and creating, but I’m getting there.

What I did manage to get done is find record of my old greek drivers license. All I had to do was pay (obviously) to get the paperwork done to apply for a re-issue of the old one. Which is great cause I got a letter from Vic Roads telling me they needed an eye test (like, didn’t I do one there when I applied to change from a Tasmanian to a Victorian license?) and opthalmologist report by Feb 14 (happy valentines day) or they’d suspend my license. Given I only got the letter last Thursday and they haven’t replied to my online query re extending the deadline and would they accept a greek opthalmologist report, I’m guessing I can no longer drive in Australia from tomorrow.

hmph.

I went to the medical centre to get a paper from the doctor telling the gym that I won’t drop dead while working out. Apparently I have to see a heart specialist for that. How much will that cost? Who knows. I’ll just keep turning up at the gym till they ban me if I don’t get the paper.

I bought a microwave, a toaster, a wooden spoon and few other little bits and pieces I needed in the kitchen. I really wish I’d packed my beautiful wooden chopping boards… And I made rizogalo and pumpkin soup yesterday. Yum.

I went to the only place on Paros which sells asian suppies and bought stuff to make a green curry and paid 32 euros for things I’d have paid $20 for in Australia… You know, extravagant stuff like green curry paste, soy sauce, egg noodles, basmati rice and other such exotic and wildly expensive luxuries.

I became disillusioned at the money offered for work here as opposed to what it costs to live. For instance I found out that its common for jobs to pay approximately the price of a cup of coffee per hour. Now go work that out. You have to work over 3 hours for a pizza…

In order to make ends meet you either have to work all the time, or eat very little. Forget having a phone or internet or power. How do people do it?

I went and asked about getting a permit to sell my own stuff in a stall over summer. I mean, I’ve done markets many times in Australia, how hard can it be?

The answer is: very hard.

Apparently this is the procedure:

1. I have to get in touch with the Ministry of Finance and Development (growth?) in Athens in order obtain a certificate of handicraft ability (or whatever that translates to properly). Whatever the correct translation would be, what it means in essence is that I need to get my degree from Australia recognised in Greece (obviously at some cost), which might necessitate I do some kind of exam in Athens (or, wonders never cease, maybe on skype) to prove that I’m an artist and make/do the things I claim to do…

WTF?

2. Get a tax number (got that)

3. Register a business (which makes sense since I’d have to give invoices for the things I sell …)* – at a market stall? Still… ok, go with that…

4. Apply to the local council for a permit for ‘outdoor sales’, which needs to go though the local committee (which includes the store owners committee). Applications for those licenses must be submitted from October till January so I’m already too late for 2019. Its illegal to just set up and sell, I’d have my stuff confiscated if I didn’t have a license and face hefty fines.

However, even if I do all the above, I have a 95% chance of getting knocked back. They just don’t give licenses for that kind of thing cause shop owners don’t want the competition.

They only granted ONE artist license this year and that was for a portrait artist working on the spot.

*If I get the business registration, I can sell to shops or through shops but I need a business number in order to give out invoices. Of course then I have to pay 185 euro a month for insurance plus at least 50 a month to an accountant to keep my books… whether I’m working or not.

I feel like one of those moles you wack at fairground games. Seriously.

So now I’m back to polishing up my resume in order to apply for a job to work for a coffee an hour. If I’m lucky I might even get a job that pays for 1.25 coffees and hour! Yippee!

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