Konstantina and Kosta: My Two Greek Friends
Last fall I went to Greece. I had not been to Greece before, but I hardly had two feet on the ground after landing when I started feeling strange and wonderful: strange because suddenly I’m in a country where I can’t even make out the writing on the signs in the airport—they were all Greek to me (yes, a stupid, stale, but very true joke!)—and wonderful, because even during the short ride from the airport to my digs, I felt something familiar. … Read more