Enjoying the Greek Islands…even in the rain
First day of shooting was snorkeling. I have never been a fan. Snorkeling scares me, but the subject was enough to keep my nerves at bay. Underwater archeology. My guide Peter was a serious man who felt passionate about his subject. People who are that smart have a difficulty in pleasant conversation. His brain was so packed with information I couldn’t ask what I thought was a throw away question designed to disarm his professorial armor without a historical anecdote. He was pure logic.
When we got into the water I was fine, it was shallow and except for the fact that it was underwater looked like the rest of Paros, barren as the arid island landscape. Urchins grew like weeds and I saw the most amazing specimen — a Hare Fish, which looked less like a fish and more like a human organ, white with fuchsia polka dots like a kid colored it in.
We have arrived in Greece during a bad weather spell. It’s cold, windy and raining. It would be okay if this were Martha’s Vineyard or even Hawaii but no one wants to see anything but cobalt blue skies. The entire shoot we have experienced a jumble and scramble of scenes to account for the drab weather. We head to a beautiful beach accented by rocky mountainsides and it begins to pour. We have to nix what would have been a fantastic scene where the locals scoop the volcanic mud and put it on their faces to bake for a bakery scene, which then never makes the show. â€¨
I also have a strong case of Foreign Room Syndrome. When I unload my toiletries in the bathroom I bang my head so hard on the mirrored shelf, I back up to recover and fall backwards into the small telephone-booth sized shower, my movement releases the shower nozzle attached to the long hose and it lands heavily on my head. Ahh, it’s good to be back in Europe.
Another problem is that I can’t get on the Internet. There’s wireless in the hotel, but not in the room though I discover that when I open the window and place my computer on windowsill I can pick up a signal. Typing is hard in this position but I can still Skype. As I begin to make a connection, it begins to rain so I have to close the window. Can’t go into lobby because there’s no convenient outlet and my 6 and a half hour battery is down to the last half hour because I am in Europe where your electricity flows by the use of a key card that you insert your own room key in to activate. I forgot and drained my entire battery. That night I am constantly awoken by the five mosquitoes that I cordially let in while trying to keep my personal life going. â€¨
The next morning we are checking out, I am excited to leave and hopefully shake the dark clouds over the island and my mind. I go to retrieve my passport from my safe and the code that I have been using for 6 years doesn’t work. Sigh. I go to Christina’s for make-up, back to my room and now my key doesn’t work. The light goes red instead of green and it makes a beeping sound. I try this a few times before going back to Christina’s room to see if I picked up her key. She’s blow-drying her hair so she doesn’t hear me knock. I try the key thinking I can get into the room. But same red light, same beeping. This being a small hotel of course there is no one at the front desk. The door for the reception is locked tight and it’s of course … raining. Thankfully someone is here. I tell him my problem, he goes to my room tries my key and it works. I practice my deep breathing exercises. When you travel it’s all about the deep breathing exercises.