Wednesday, April 9, 2008

That's Greek to Me (Part 1)

I've got a few minutes. Let's talk about Greece. Tall One and I left for Athens on March 17 and returned on the 23rd, Easter. Hosanna.
Our Greek guide (not god, unfortunately) was very knowledgeable, and I enjoyed her commentary. She was enthusiastic about the language (platypus from the Greek platy: meaning flat, and pus: meaning foot. Platypus means "flat foot"! You can do this with Oedipus (as in Rex); Oedi: meaning swollen, like in edema, and pus: foot. Viola: Oedipus actually means, "Swollen Foot".....I did not know that.).
She explained some Greek social differences:
1. They don't eat breakfast, maybe, just a cup of coffee (explains the less than stellar selections at the buffets). Here's why. The Greek's begin their day at maybe 9 or 10am, they work until 1pm when they break for a big meal (need it, don't eat breakfast) and three hour nap. At 4pm they go back to work till 9pm, go home, go out, eat (big meal), see a movie (start time for early show is 11:30pm), stop for a snack, bed time around 2am. Repeat.
2. The men of the Greek countryside don't work. Instead, they go and sit on their reserved seats (I'm not being cute, they have their own chairs at the small stores or cafes where they always sit), drink coffee or Ouzo (depending on the time of day or their predisposition), and play with their worry beads (again, not a euphemism, these are beads on a string that they manipulate with their hand) while they try to solve their problems. Their problems include their first wife. Old and nasty before her time, she works in the fields, at a cottage industry, bears and raises the children, and does every bit of domestic work. We're talking about a severely depressed economic situation. These women grow their food, barter for necessities, and I don't even want to think about the plumbing concerns. When they're done - they die. Which leads to another problem for the man to solve: getting a new wife from Romania. With this done, they can concentrate on the real problems of failing socialism, rolling blackouts, government strikes, historic draughts, and bankrupt pensions. But they don't. Repeat.
3. Did I mention that women do all the domestic work? All of it. This is not a progressive country. Even in the cities, the professional women who have husbands who have jobs, do all the domestic work. The men do not help. At all. I can not stress this enough. Our guide shared her personal experience. When she leads a tour, she cooks all of the food for the time she will be away and labels it for her husband. Expecting him to heat it himself is a huge imposition. Actually, he's an anomaly. He takes care of the dog....but only when she's traveling. Bless him. Repeat.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Brian likes when I heat his food. He says it tastes better. Maybe we should move to Greece?

I'm the Short One. said...

I think Brian already lives in a resonable facsimile of Greece. He'd fit right in....