Last night was terrible.
We are in the little apartment on the ground floor, so we can have some
privacy. However, we are also right next
to where the dogs sleep…or don’t sleep I should say. Apparently, those monsters sleep all day
long, so they can wake up when it gets dark and torture unsuspecting family
from the United States. They were up
every two hours barking, dragging rocks around the patio, and playing
tug-of-war with a stick. At one point, I
heard another dog barking in the distance and then Rea was answering with her
own bark. I got up for the umpteenth
time, opened the door, and told her to cut it out with the long-distance phone
calls. Needless to say, we slept in
because we were exhausted.
Today, Georgios took me to my first footie match. We went to see AEK in action at the Olympic
Stadium from the Olympic Games in 2004.
We decided to sit with the hooligans, so I could experience the full
energy of the game. It was really
exciting. They had a yell leader that
was directing the chats and songs throughout the game. We were the only section singing and
shouting. Every time AEK scored, they
would throw stuff in the air and light road flares. On top of that, AEK won 2-0.
Georgios told me that I was part of the brotherhood now, and
there was no going back. He said the
saying goes, “You can change your job, you can change your house, you can
change your spouse…but you can never change your team.” He solidify the occasion, he bought me an AEK
scarf as a souvenir.
The rest of the evening was just eating and watching TV with
babas mou.
