I have a very busy schedule while flying:
- Checking the plane when entering in it (like I was a jet mechanical specialist… You wish!);
- Checking all the sounds (mostly “bip bip bip”);
- Checking all the vibration;
- Praying when taking off;
- Praying when going through turbulences;
- Arranging my food tray always the same way to protect me from dying in a crash;
- Reading Spanish (and only the Spanish, ok?) to protect me from dying in a crash and also ‘cause I am deeply in love with the Prince Felipe (but this is an other story).
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Believe it my friends; it’s not easy to be a control queen. ‘Cause this is all about the fear of not controlling that f*cking plane...
But let’s get back to my mind and what I wanna share with you.
9:51pm, AF1933, seat 11F (alwayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys an aisle!), somewhere between Athens and Paris.
I hate coming back but I especially hate coming back from Greece. Since this morning, I am feeling blue… Down… Sad… Gloomy. Just because I am leaving one of the place I love the most on earth. So I got to thinking about the origins of this endearment with the Greek capital.
Let me tell you something: It’s not that people are particularly friendly when you meet them for the first time. It’s not the prettiest city in the world at the first glance. It’s not the coolest place in the world when you walk in the first day of your journey…
And this where you realize that this is all bullshit… LOL (I keep LOLing a lot!)
The city is a dirty raw diamond. I met some of the nicest people ever there. Some were lovers, some not. But every time I feel like I need to see them.
I had some of the best dinners ever. Seated in Kolonaki trying to order in Greek watching the eyes of the old waiter full of laughs and full of pleasure. I love walking in the dirty streets. To me they’re not dirty they just have a decadent beauty.
I love how Greeks can have fun while their country is falling a part. How a guy wearing a dress and called “Gina” can be seen as “a straight guy waiting for the right girl to marry”…
I love being a tourist (you know the one with a back pack and non fashionable Nike shies!) and climbing the hills of the acropolis just to have the pleasure of seeing my new Boyfriend happy expression when discovering the monument and the panorama.
I love that a file in my Mac called Athens 05.11 contains 314 pictures after only 11 days there…
I love that the first file is called Athens 06.05 and since then there has been at least one new file every year…
I love the souvenir of my straight friends play backing Greek pop song in a gay club like when they don’t even know how to say hello nor have ever been in a gay club before.
I love that Greece makes me happy…
But most of all, I love the idea that in a year they will be new file called Athens xx.12 with new pictures, new dinners with Michael in Plaka asking about his cats/love life/work… That Stavros will forget to wake up in the morning (morning = 4:00pm!)… I love that Yoann will again ask me the difference between Yassas and Yassou while rolling his eyes.
For zillions of other secret reasons I love Greece and leaving the country makes me always so sad. But you know what? Just sharing it with you makes me feel a bit less sad ‘cause maybe one day you’ll go there. And you’ll fall in love with Athens.
