I closed my eyes and all I could think about was how beautiful Greece was going to be. I was convinced that Greece was a magical paradise where the crystal blue horizon lasted forever, the sunsets were so vivid that they couldn't be caught on camera, and the freshest fruit could be picked right off a tree. The weather would be perfect, and Greek dancing would come naturally to me, despite my lanky and uncoordinated appendages.
[...] I was confused and felt an intense pressure to respond, a huge bubble entered my throat, and all of the Greek words I had learned became a jumbled mess of strange syllables. My little brother Johnnie, Yanni in Greek, who sensed my discomfort, took my hand and finally a word came to mind, efrahisto. I responded to every question I was asked, or at least I think I was being asked questions, with efrahisto, thank you. When we arrived at the house, a trip coordinator was waiting at the front gate. [...]
[...] As I approached the bathroom door my yaya came to me with a large bucket of water that had been sitting near the back door. After an exchange of awkward hand gestures and contorted facial expression I realized that the shower I was so excited for would have to be magically created by the water in the bucket. I stood in the bathtub with the bucket not knowing what to do with such a long body, long hair, and so little water. [...]
[...] I ate very little but bread and cherries while I was in Greece for fear that I would accidentally ingest another one of my four-legged friends, which is why when I woke up one morning with such a sharp pain in my stomach, I never would have guessed it was from something I ate. I was in so much pain I couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom. I laid in bed without moving until one of the coordinators came to see why I hadn't gone to work. [...]
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