by | April 5th, 2003
It’s Friday night and I’m over at the house of my dear friends Sam and Taylor. Between stories and general BS’ing we’ve also been comparing Europe trips – my pending one, and the one Taylor went on a couple of years back. And drinking ouzo.
Ouzo is a lovely concoction from Greece, and to my mind is proof that this truly was a civilized culture. Or maybe it’s just because I was the only kid in my childhood life who liked the black licorice jelly beans, and that’s just never left me.
In any case, I consider it good training for once I hit Athens. And now it’s time to stop blogging, and tend to my shot. Oopa! (“Cheers!” in Greek. I think the spelling’s right, anyway).
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I was in Greece with my P’s when I was 8 years old. We had a VW camper and had parked for the night by a farmhouse. The residents came out and asked us in for dinner (goat’s milk tasted foul to my young toungue). Afterwards, the man of the house took my dad and I down to the local taverna for some ouzo. We must have been down there for a few hours and the conversation never stopped, even though my dad and this bloke shared no more than a handful of each other’s languages. Pretty cool, and I still remember that first taste of ouzo, over 20 years later.
nice!
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