I’m reading Zorba The Greek for my class. I vaguely remember seeing the movie on “Sunday at the Movies” on TV years ago. I’ve read only a few chapters, but loving that the first person narrrator sails to Crete from Piraeus, the port from which I catch the ferry to the islands. He describes drinking coffee in a cafe’ while waiting for his boat, watching as the boats come in and out of port. I was thinking, “I’ve done that! Last Friday, in fact!” There’s something cool about reading a book set in a faraway land when I’m actually in that land. In the part I’m reading now, the cahracters are eating the fruits of a pig castration talking of what a delicacy it is and the pig is running around angry. They are speculating about whether the pig is aware of what they are eating.

From what I’ve read, Crete has a fascinating history. Mysterious. And I do so hope their menus are written in English. I could quickly become vegetarian.

Mary’s gentle reminder to the guy in charge of the student/faculty apartments netted us two gifts: a fan and the remote to our air conditioner. I slept under a blanket for the second time since I’ve been here. I closed the windows and all I could hear as I fell asleep was music of the jackhammer. For the last two days a major “busting of the sidewalk” project has been in the works on my corner. And it seems as if the night shift has been hired for the job.

More later. Must be a good student and read my book.