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Ben & Jerry’s Day!?

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How have I spent 22 years on this planet not knowing this is a thing? Seriously! I think I’ll brave the (generally incomprehensible) editing platform…

-five minutes later-

Greeeeat…. It seems that in all of Athens only ONE Ben & Jerry’s is participating. I’m going to hold out hope that maybe that’s just a case of the site not being updated timely but if it’s true! Well then. To the rest of the shops, you suck! Come on, I know there’s more shops, I’ve walked out of some repeatedly. Would it seriously dent your quarterly reports to participate? But I’m running ahead of myself. I’ll leave this off here and pick it up tomorrow. Hopefully with fingers sticky from deliciously free ice-cream.

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 Nope, no free ice cream found. And I walked a big part of the city centre today, trust me. Was pretty fun, especially the herbs and spices shop (some of them are plucked straight out of Diagon Alley, let me tell you!) But it was pretty crowded, everywhere, and, well, there’s a reason I don’t do social interactions at a large scale. Came home, buried myself under my duvet and oh sweet silence welcome at last! Not for more than an hour unfortunately, since I hadn’t eaten since breakfast (coffee doesn’t count!) and it was past five in the afternoon at that point. Now, if you know me, you know that being hungry and having my stomach turn at the thought of food either means that I’m sick (and that was yesterday and the day before, so no way) or I’m retreating to hibernating fox mode. What’s that you ask? No, it’s not a proper term (though it should be, foxes are cuddly!). Basically it’s what I call those days when anything more involved than watching fan videos and each chocolate buttons (with the occasional nap and/or cry session because all the tension needs to get out at some point) is just too much.

Unfortunately, the Universe is not giving me this one. Job applications to fill out. Yeah, no. If I can’t convince myself to make a chicken sandwich when I’m hungry and the chicken is right there, I don’t think writing covering letters will go well. Especially since, you know. You’re supposed to be sickeningly enthusiastic. Or something. Ugh. I need a cat to cuddle. And one of those 2lt bowls of profiterole. The Baileys-laced variety.

I hope your week is panning out better. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go stare at the ceiling.

Oh Spring Break, where have you gone?

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Well, okay, I still have a week left but still! Why do you think time flies so fast? Is there something incredibly cool coming up that no one told me about and even the forces of Space and Time are impatient? Because that would be so cool! If this comes off as a little hyper I have one two good (?) explanations for you, dear, bewildered reader.

  1. My  immune system has been sling-shooting between healthy and stomach-bug-from-hell for the past few days. Today has been moderately good and I’ve trying to focus on the positives.
  2. I’ve rediscovered my love for Taylor Swift (which mean that Blank Space and the rest of her newer stuff has been playing non-stop on YouTube). The thing is, last time I liked Taylor Swift so much, I was a teenager and  going through the happy-go-lucky phase (which was swiftly replaced by the moody, Linkin Park listening, too sleep-deprived phase). So my bright T-Shirts and crazy earrings wearing, early 00s teenage stuff has reared her pony-tailed head. The rest of the voices have invited her for tea so I don’t see her moving out any time soon… Somebody stop me if I start wearing neon green eye shadow again.

Anyway, I’m just focusing on the small things because reality is looming uncomfortably close as usual. Unfortunately the part of reality enjoying to breath down my neck is not the one about all the awesome comic book/sci-fi movies coming out or the amazing weather I’ve been having here in Athens or even the pleasure of reading a nice book. No, I’m talking about the kind of reality that’s grey and mundane and stressful and has you looking longingly at the alcohol cabinet. But enough of that! I’ll save the gripping for another post, when I’ll be suitably irritated with the multiverse.

“Ooh, we called it off again last night/ But ooh, this time I’m telling you, I’m telling you/ We are never ever ever getting back together,/ We are never ever ever getting back toge…”

Ooops! Sorry! Started listening to the lyrics while typing. It happens sometimes. You should see some of my seminar notes when a song gets stuck in my head… On another -heh- note the playlist just switched to 22. I have to wonder, what’s with the age-specific songs? I mean, I really like this one (and how convenient for me since I’ll be 22 for a few more months) but I always feel a little bad when I listen to them and I’m not the age they are serenading. Like I’m intruding in someone else’s reality. Which is further proof of my raging paranoia, some might say, but what can you do?

Hmmm, I think I’ll sign off now because I have a tangent/rant brewing in the back of my mind about the Batman vs Superman movie and boy I don’t feel like opening that can of worms again. But for the record, I didn’t like it.

 

P.S. I know live-tweeting is a thing, but is there such a thing, but what about live-blogging? Is that a thing? And how would you go about it?

The view from up high

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I went for a walk a couple of days ago. No surprise there. When it comes to walking I’m a bit like abridged!Alucard (mum DON’T look it up!). Veeeeery enthusiastic. Now,  can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this here before but one of my favourite places to walk in is the area around the Acropolis in Athens. And contrary to my habit I actually took some half-decent pictures this time! Here we go then, photo album time!

The Acropolis rock from the Acropolis Museum veranda.

The Acropolis rock from the Acropolis Museum veranda.

Again the view from the Museum veranda. But from the other side. So much green and blue, I <3 it!

Again the view from the Museum veranda. But from the other side. So much green and blue, I

Aaaand that's the front of the museum. With it's modern look and see-through floor, because you cannot dig anywhere in this city and not find something of archaeological value.

Aaaand that’s the front of the museum. With it’s modern look and see-through floor, because you cannot dig anywhere in this city and not find something of archaeological value.

Apparently this was the top piece of the decorations on the front of the Parthenon. Am I the only one thinking it would make a WICKED cake decoration?

Apparently this was the top piece of the decorations on the front of the Parthenon. Am I the only one thinking it would make a WICKED cake decoration?

And this kids is what a receipt used to look like the 5th century BCE.

And this kids is what a receipt used to look like the 5th century BCE.

Went to visit my favourite girls. They miss they're sister who's off on an extended visit in London.

Went to visit my favourite girls. They miss they’re sister who’s off on an extended visit in London.

And here's the mother of all braid hairstyles. One that I will figure out on day....

And here’s the mother of all braid hairstyles. One that I will figure out on day….

Aaaand that's the front of the museum. With it's modern look and see-through floor, because you cannot dig anywhere in this city and not find something of archaeological value.

Aaaand that’s the front of the museum. With it’s modern look and see-through floor, because you cannot dig anywhere in this city and not find something of archaeological value.

Odeon of Herodes Atticus and it's fancy entrance. I've actually gone to a performance there. Acoustics to die for, seats...not so much.

Odeon of Herodes Atticus and it’s fancy entrance. I’ve actually gone to a performance there. Acoustics to die for, seats…not so much.

The road from the Odeon up to the Acropolis and the Areios Pagos hill.

The road from the Odeon up to the Acropolis and the Areios Pagos hill.

Bit of a stop on the way. I speak from experience when I say that this is a climb you don't want to do with bad shoes. The street is made of marble, polished and slippery from years and years of walkers.

Bit of a stop on the way. I speak from experience when I say that this is a climb you don’t want to do with bad shoes. The street is made of marble, polished and slippery from years and years of walkers.

There's actually two ways up the hill. This is the older (and significantly harder) one.

There’s actually two ways up the hill. This is the older (and significantly harder) one.

And this is the easier one.  Providing you're not wearing heals.

And this is the easier one. Providing you’re not wearing heels.

The view from the hill. And a photobomber!

The view from the hill. And a photobomber!

And the view from the other side.If you're ever in Athens in the late spring or summer, it's worth the climb if only to watch the sunset.

And the view from the other side.If you’re ever in Athens in the late spring or summer, it’s worth the climb if only to watch the sunset.

The flea market of Monastiraki, another favourite haunt of mine. If you like antiques of any kind it's just the place for you!

The flea market of Monastiraki, another favourite haunt of mine. If you like antiques of any kind it’s just the place for you!

One of the shops there, the Bead Shop (I just love translating), a hive if you like jewellery making. Beads, cords, clips... Whatever you wish for they have.

One of the shops there, the Bead Shop (I just love translating), a hive if you like jewellery making. Beads, cords, clips… Whatever you wish for they have.

All in all it was a wonderful day. There was music on the streets, smiles in the faces of the people, a warm sun above (and a fresh sunburn on my shoulders by the end of the day). All in all a wonderful day, the kind of I wish more would come more often.

Strawberry Moon

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It hums in my blood; the moon’s sudden madness,

Long before the bloodied sun has ever set.

Around me the people, they all can feel it,

And speak a bit louder, laugh a bit stronger,

And their movements, their movements are a dance.

 

The strawberry moon hums in my blood

And gladly I obey its calling.

Wrapping myself in a plethora of flowery sink,

Pinning a rose in my hair and crescent on my neck.

Tonight I shall be daring, shall not hide or blush;

I’m of the moon’s touched tonight.

 

I’ll swing my hips to the sound of drums

And lay against the sun-baked stones.

Long after Selena takes to sky,

I’ll draw the cards – to read under her light

What may or may not, what friends

And lovers and even foes

The summer tide will bear me;

All under the gaze of the strawberry moon.

In which I went for a walk…

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…and that warranted introspection.

Yes, your favourite rambler went for a walk. A looooooong walk. The sort of walk that starts with me aimlessly checking out shops (and being taken for a tourist in my own damn home town) and ends with long and philosophical contemplation over my lunch. The subject this time?

Travelling. What a surprise, I know. This here is my attempt to make some sense of that convoluted ramble:

I was thinking back on the family trips we’d take during Christmas. Our parents would take us to all these historical buildings and museums. Some token mumbling and grumbling might have taken place but I remember loving every second of it. Then again, I WAS the teenager that procrastinated on schoolwork by reading books, so… And yet, I think that more than any museum could ever do, what truly gave me an understanding of what a place was like was walking. Plain and simple walking. No aim, no map, no schedule. Just wandering around and taking in the sights.

I sometimes talk with fellow students and they tell me that they don’t really know the town we’ve been studying in. We’ve been here for three years! How is it possible not to learn such a small town as Norwich in three years? But I digress.

What this barely-coherent ramble is trying to say is, I’m confused. Why do people assume that randomn walking is a waste of time. Or, for the matter, what’s with that other trend of tourists walking around with their eyes glued to their touchscreens? I get it, you’re in an familiar place, you want to check a map. But all the time? I’m not exaggerating, I was stuck behind this couple yesterday for like ten minutes. Never once did they look up from the guy’s phone. I’ll let that sink with you. They were walking through the historical centre of Athens. They were practically surrounded by history. But nooooo, whatever was on that screen was more important. I just don’t get! Why freaking travel to another country if you’re not going to  see what that amazing, new place even looks like?