The scoop

Musings

First, please help me with this — it has the makings of a possible mystery story and it’s giving me the creeps. This past weekend, we noticed that on the roof of the building next door, right in the corner, there was a discarded orange, halved with just the peel remaining. You may think, Fine, someone has been enjoying the 5th floor view and eating a refreshing orange. However the orange seemed to have been scooped out completely, which may suggest that the romantic orange-eater had remembered to take a spoon along to the roof. All these seem possible, so the whole orange-on-the-roof was put out of mind almost instantly.

So imagine our surprise when yesterday we came across this:

Orange corner: What the hell?

Orange corner: What the hell?

As you may notice, the one orange has suddenly mushroomed into A LOT. In fact, my whole romantic theory of enjoying the view no longer stands, and of that I’m sure. There is no way someone brought a spoon to scoop out all those oranges and then discarded them in the corner and went along with spoon in hand and feeling like he’d had his share of panoramic viewing for the day (not to mention Vitamin C). That’s just plain bananas (Ha!!). Why are all the oranges scooped out? Why are there so many? Why are they all piled in the corner so pitifully? Who does that? I find this very bizarre and tell me, don’t you? I seriously have no answers for this.

In other news, I have been helping a couple of friends find a new apartment, and the whole “apartment hunting” thing gives me such a thrill. After viewing 6 apartments which ranged from “Oh my God let’s get out of here, I can’t hold my breath any longer”, to “This is too perfect – there’s got to be a catch”, I came home giddy but disillusioned after realizing that, Oh wait a minute, I’m not the one moving.

It’s true, moving is a hassle, but for a chance to start fresh somewhere, I’m pretty sure I’d do it again in heartbeat. I live for change (which incidentally was what my former employer paid me), but I hope I don’t wake up tomorrow to a new mount of scooped oranges.

That’s more change than I can handle.

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Let’s face it

Musings

I need to face the fact that sunny days can also be extremely windy. It is a national holiday here, and there was a parade just outside our apartment, so it was a perfect excuse to go for a walk. I think I was most amused by a little kid, held up by his dad waving a Greek flag which said RESPECT in blue, on the side. I tried to take a photo of him, but at that point the wind wasn’t on my side. I mistook that for a sign of a hot summer-like day, but no, moments later the wind roared “Eat this you fool”, and by this, I mean my hair. I walked on with a halo of frizz and a strong sense of denial.

I also need to face the fact that I’m never going to drink a frappe (iced coffee) at a coffeeshop, the way I like it. I don’t ask for much: no sugar, a little milk. But no, milk here, is concentrated and used sparingly; coffee on the other hand is scooped with a shovel. A shovel. And yet I’m still naively optimistic every time I order coffee out.

I have recently been wishing for summer to come, and along with that, ice cream, or to be more precise Italian ice cream, which entered my life last summer and has since become a serious addiction. There’s an Italian guy who owns a little gelateria here in Chania and operates it in the warmer / hotter months of the year with his family. I simply LOVE this place, and all his flavors, but perhaps I’m more fond of the whole idea of having two homes throughout the year. About a month ago I spotted a sign on the shop declaring the gelateria would be up and running again in March. I’ve been thinking that it’s pretty much almost April in my fast-forward-inclined head, so have kept wondering “Where are you my Italian friend?” Today, due to my unwavering hope and curiosity, I discovered that it’s back in business! I got a scoop and a smile of recognition. So now it’s sealed: The Italian family has made the move and I need to face it that summer is fast approaching. Finally.

And coming home, my eye always falls on an object in the most peculiar disguise. It makes my day every time and I dare you not to laugh when you have this staring back at you as you wait for the elevator to come down to ground floor.

I'm looking at you

I'm looking at you