My first few days in Paros have been indescribable. Yet I’ll try to describe them here now.
Where to start? It’s beautiful here. The weather is different every day. First it’s perfect, then it’s raining, then its hurricane-type winds, and don’t get me started about the mosquitoes. Don’t come here if you can’t stand mosquitoes.
The people are wonderful, and so is the food. I didn’t expect anything less, really. I’ve probably eaten my weight in tsatsiki and cheese in the four days I’ve been here so far, and I don’t regret it yet.
Cultural differences are many, but I’m able to adjust around them. It’s not hard to pick up that I’m supposed to bag my own bags at the supermarket, or that I’m supposed to greet everyone I meet on the street. I’m learning.
These last few days have been a blur of exhaustion, excitement, and fun. I’ve flown 15 consecutive hours over half of the planet. I’ve had gyros on the port. I’ve gotten bitten by more mosquitoes than I’d care to count. I’ve sung the Banana Boat song to complete strangers. It’s hard to be disappointed in Paros, and I look forward to the next three weeks I’ve got to spend here.
– Kate Peeler