Yesterday I walked along the horseshoe-shaped sidewalk that parallels the shoreline, the path that makes up the main street of Skopelos. There are clothing, upscale jewelry, and pottery shops there for tourists; kiosks for those of us who want phone cards and breath mints; and tents under which you can eat Greek pastries (apricot) and sip the best coffee in the world.
As I was walking, I passed Amanda Seyfried from HBO's hit and personal favorite, Big Love (see www.hbo.com/biglove/cast/index.html for the all-star cast). I said something fan-ish but extremely brief (five seconds or less) so she didn't have to be bothered. She looked surprised, I think because I look Greek (so I'm told) but spoke English without an accent. And she thanked me. All of that while we both were still walking. Tom Hanks is here too. If I see him I won't have the courage to say anything but maybe "my husband loves your work," in which case I would be embarrassed because of the implication that maybe I don't but Matt does. When I do. Anyway.
Also, yesterday I ate incredible octopus, fresh tuna, and other sea creatures. And you haven't had good feta or yogurt until you've come to Greece.
Last night I awakened after three hours of sleep, once again. I painted my nails, read parts of two books, worried about making art, then didn't worry about making art because I gave myself permission to make bad art, ate a peanut butter sandwich, killed a centipede-ish thing on the wall, and almost killed a little mosquito on my shoulder (the evidence of which is in three spots on my right leg today). Not tired after two hours of this, I took a Unisom. And woke up at 11:30 am. What a hangover. I came up to the Foundation, drank three cups of coffee (which is the proper remedy for how I was feeling), and started three pieces made of fishing hooks stolen from a cargo ship in 1962. Not to brag, but I run into the best found objects. It's something I was born with.
I have to go (still need to post photos). . .I am eating lentils with the neighbors tonight. That means I will learn more Greek words from the two-year-old Zoey and will get to say "efharisto" many times, which means thank you, and "mia", which means, one more. Because they are good cooks.
Eat well with friends today.
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