Greece
My Greek Bodyguard
I’m not famous. I’m not a politician or a movie star. But for a few years of my life, I had a self-appointed Greek bodyguard. I wish I could tell you this bodyguard was tall, dark, handsome, and resembled a Greek god. Unfortunately, my Greek bodyguard didn’t fit this description. She was a large stray…
My Life as a Tour Guide
Tourist season has arrived in Alaska, and my life as a tour guide has kicked into full steam. As a child, I never dreamed of being a tour guide, but during my time spent overseas and in Alaska, I’ve had the misfortune privilege many times. I’m always amazed that visitors mistakenly believe I am an…
Papigo: The hidden gem of Greece
The mountain village of Papigo is the hidden gem of Greece. This quaint village is tucked away in the Zagori region of northern Greece. It is my favorite place in Greece. I first learned about Papigo when I read an article about Zagori during one of my many flights across Europe. I ripped the article…
Tourists: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
After years of living overseas, I have seen the good, the bad, and the ugly tourist. I can recognize the country of origin of each group of tourists I encounter. For instance, the noisy ones wearing bright white clunky tennis shoes are Americans, while the Germans wear socks with sandals and floppy hats, and of course,…
How Can I Pray for You?
A few years ago in Greece, I met a young man who significantly impacted my life. Whenever I saw him, his first question was always, “How can I pray for you?” His name was Makis (mah-kees). Makis was a young Greek man, a simple man. Unsophisticated, naive, with child-like innocence. I’ll never forget the first…
My Path to Popularity
I always longed to be one of the popular crowd. In high school, I was a shy introvert who concentrated on good grades. My only claim to fame was singing with a small jazz ensemble, but even then no one knew my name. But, I’ve finally discovered the key to popularity as an adult. Moving.…
Latrophobia aka White Coat Syndrome
It’s that time of year. It’s been creeping up on me, and I’ve steadfastly avoided facing the fact. Only three months left to the end of the year. It’s time to schedule my annual physical. I know, I know. It’s covered by insurance, almost free, and will help to pinpoint any concerns. However, I suffer…
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