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I would just like to start this blog by admitting that my three roommatees and I have been through four jars of Nutella in the last five days. I had never tried it before coming to Greece, and now I'm addicted. Thank God there is a gym downstairs or I would be in a lot of trouble.

Anyway...hello! I hope all of my readers (A.K.A. my mom. Hi, mommy! I love you!) are having a great day. My life is currently a dream. Greece gets more and more beautiful everyday I'm here, despite the annoying culture differences. One of the things that is really helping me out is our Greek survival class that we are taking at the college. It isn't for any credit, but it helps tremendously with everyday tasks in which you may interact with someone who doesn't understand English. We've been through the Greek alphabet. I don't know how I learned English as a child because having to learn Greek is ridiculously frustrating, but you go about it the same way. I feel odd as I walk around and try to sound out the Greek letters, which are a challenge in themselves. I feel as if you have to be an artist to even write in Greek, and my writing didn't need any help looking messy. Then, when I finally figure out how to say the Greek word, I have no idea what it means. I suppose that any progress, no matter how small, is still progress. Today we learned greetings (formal and informal) and simple phrases to ask someone how they are, tell them how you are, ask them where they're from, etc. I would type them here but I am too lazy to get the Greek letters going and go get my worksheet out of my bag (just being honest).

Something that hit me today is that there are tons of stray animals in Greece. There are dogs everywhere (usually sleeping), and cats just lounging all over the place. They don't act like strays, though, they're more nomadic in that they seem to move from place to place until they get bored or someone stops taking care of them. I was sitting in a coffee shop today and there was a whole family of kittens just walking around the tables, and they didn't look malnourished, so somebody must be feeding them. If it weren't so illegal I would probably try to bring one home.

I love and miss you all more than you know.