how to be alone in greece (and love it)
Thursday, June 28, 2012
the general consensus among my hostelmates seemed to be: it's best to wake up at noon, head to the beach for a quick dip in the ocean, start drinking around 2 o'clock, dinner at 5, come back to the room and shower, out at "the club" by 8:45, come back to the room around 6 or 7 or 8 am. (are you understanding why i refer to staying in this hostel as living in a frat house?)
my plan of action, however, was a little different: wake up at 8:00, head down to the (free!) breakfast (occasionally crossing paths with fellow hostelmates coming home for "the night"), out at the beach by 9:00 - ipod, book, towel, camera in hand - lunch at the beach cafe (the best veggie burger, the best fries, and the biggest bottle of water with a snickers bar for dessert, of course), nap on the beach/swim until dinnertime, head back to the hostel for a (free!) dinner, watch the sunset on the beach while another snickers bar (if you're feeling extra snickery), head back to the room to shower (or not shower), pass out by 9:00, exhausted and smelling of saltwater.
my new german friends' schedule ranged somewhere between my hostelmates' frat-tastic-ness, and my geriatric-ness. we hung out occasionally at the beach, breakfast table, etc., but ultimately, i was really in my eat-pray-love-see-europe-by-myself element. i made a point to savor the solitude, enjoy the warm-as-bathwater-waves, live "in the moment" (whatever that means), and remind myself, "you're in greece! and it is awesome" as much as i could, while i soaked up the sun day-in and day-out.
and no one -- not one person! -- asked me why i wasn't swimming naked.... greece: 1, italy: 0.