saturday

I decided to return the jeans to the shop for a change to a pair with higher waist..It was a mission wasted.after trying on every single model in the shop..no one being good enough..either too short or too low waist...the shopowner made a HUGE exception and gave me the money back. She said.."in your case..which is a very special case..money back is the only option". I'm glad she understood me and didn't try to make me change the jeans for other clothes..I guess she got bored and just wanted me to leave..So I did. Forget it. I'm never buying jeans in this country of midgets again. I miss sweden. I miss Din SKo and H&M..how silly and trapped in commercialism I am..

Was supposed to go to Kephalonia with Mr. G and Nikos the guide today//crawled outta bed at 6.40 since Mr. G was gonna pick me up at the taxirank in Kalamaki at 7.10. I was there at 7.12..and the lady from Eurohire, did her ususal round to the pickup points..informing the customers that the bus is coming, just running late. She saw me and said.."Oh its you ..the Rep..well then you know that the bus is on its way"..I told her I'd wait..

At 7.30 I was about to give Mr. G a call when the office called to say the trip had been cancelled due to heavy winds...not being tooo disapointed I decided to walk down to the bakery for some breakfast bread/..

Instead of Kephalonia I went down for a run on the beach//the sea has washed up thick reefes of seashells during the night and I made a mental note of going dow to collect later..

Had breakfast and surfed the web for winter jobs here (zero) for jobs in the UK (some) for masters programs in economic Geography (my mind is leaning more and more towards this masters)...eventually..when all the thoughts of job..Greece in winter, education got too many. I went downstairs and baked a kladdkakka (sticky cake) which didnt't turn out sticky at all...



Nik, after being idle and grumpy for like two days (since I came home intoxicated on thursday..if that had anything to do with it) shone up at the site of my kitchen activity and called me the "good housewife" (kali iko-kiria)..his mother said exactly the same words 10 minutes later...wow..is this supposed to make me feel proud..or is it a signal I am out of my territory.

I know..i analyze too much.