Greece was the country I was most looking forward to on our big summer trip. The things I had heard about it made it sound like a summer tourist’s paradise. What ended up happening was a whirlwind of surprises. There are things I hated about Greece, and there are things I loved about Greece.
The Greeks have never heard the phrase, “it’s rude to stare,” or the phrase, “personal space/personal boundaries.” The amount Greek men stare at you, no matter who you are, or what you look like, becomes so intense after a day or two that you want to scream at them, “What are you looking at?!?!” It continues, no matter what city you are in, they stare at you as you walk past them and minutes go by. They don’t seem to mean it in a sexual or predatory way, rather as just a looking into your eyes for too long as to leave you stripped of all privacy sort of way. Besides staring, Greek men also spend their days talking. They wake up, go to a cafe with their friends, talk until the afternoon, go to the beach and talk until the evening, and then go to a restaurant and talk until they pass out from lack of breath, and continue the cycle again the next day. They talk and they talk and they talk and they don’t talk with the intent of having a conversation and listening to you, but rather for the sake of talking. I joked with my mutual philosophy friend from college that they all must have inherited it from Plato, and if Plato talked so much that he annoyed the Greek government to the point of execution, that I can only imagine how much I also would have chosen to sentence him to drink the hemlock. The personal boundaries, or lack of boundaries, come with rude and personal questions. Numerous Greek men asked my male friend about the state of his genitals, something no one in America would ever think to do, considering it is not any of their business. The final thing about Greek men that drove me to hatred was the amount and locations they smoked cigarettes. I want to clarify that I have sympathy, since many years ago I smoked for six years but have long since quit. But every single person was constantly smoking, on the streets, in the cafes, in their cars, in the bars, in restaurants, in the bus, etc. Most of my time in Greece I had a headache from all the smoke. If you cannot or do not wish to handle that amount of smoke, I don’t recommend visiting. I also received quite a bit of hostility, lack of smiles from customer service workers, and all around grumpy behavior.
*Release of deep breath* Now, the things I loved about Greece. I fell in love with the Aegean Sea, I could have happily lived in that sea. The food was delicious and cheap. The July sun was extremely hot, the beaches not too crowded, the views spectacular, and the history breathtaking. In Thessaloniki we spent most of our time on the beach or in cafes. In Athens we saw famous Greek ruins, walked through streets and streets of markets, ate good food, and enjoyed the views. Santorini is very touristy, and the main cities don’t have great swimming it is more expensive than necessary. For Santorini I recommend splurging on a nice hotel or condo and possibly a scooter or small car. I enjoyed my time there very much but when I return in another time in my life, I would definitely take more money to spend. The areas that aren’t cities are just intense desert.
Greece is an interesting country full of ancient lovely things. Beautiful landscape and a long history with intrusive people. It’s not what I expected, but I enjoyed it all the same. I recommend going if you have the money to spend to be comfortable. Try taking a cruise through the islands, there are so many of them you could easily get lost for 10 years trying to find your way back.