Bad Romance

When I told my friends I was going to Greece for a month, I’m sure they all pictured white houses with blue roofs, ocean waves reflecting a big bright sun, and a consistent warm breeze. I did also, but I forgot that it was January and in the northern hemisphere, January likes strong winds, rain, cloudy skies and chilly air. Someone told Greece we were coming and she decided not to get all dolled up for us. This is a bad romance.

Athens has been very beautiful and mostly good weather but every other day or so, we walked around with our PNW jackets through drizzly rain and gray skies that became the consistent backdrop for our photos. I can’t say that I have anything to complain about though since this trip has been so incredible but I definitely wish we had experienced some more flirtatious weather instead of these fickle conditions. So just as in any typical relationship, the same pattern follows: I saw Greece from afar last year and began to develop a crush. After months of thinking about her, I finally got to meet her in early January. I professed my feelings and she has yet to make up her mind.

Bad beach weather while in Rhodes

She taunts and teases like any other girl does. As soon as we left Athens last week to come visit Rhodes (whom Athens is insanely jealous of), the sun came out. It even warmed up a number of degrees lulling those in the city into a temporary state of comfort and tee shirts. When we arrived in Rhodes though, the timid sun hid behind the clouds, the wind grew so strong that it would push our bodies along the sidewalk, and the sky grew pale and colorless. We still had a lot of fun on the island and those brief moments of sunshine were taken advantage of as our flock of Northface-jacketed-tourists pulled out our cameras to snap as many photos as we could before the sun grew shy once more.

Good beach weather leaving Rhodes

Today, we flew from Rhodes back to Athens, just in time to miss wonderful 

weather. The sun felt bolder today and flaunted herself in front of us knowing that we were leaving. Typical woman-(I can say that because I am a woman). Like a woman seemingly angry for no reason, Athens did not greet us today but instead seemed indifferent to our arrival. No warm bright sun to hug us, only bitter breezes that seem to whistle at me, “I’m F I N E!” Uh oh, I’m in trouble. I know she and I are in for a fight soon. I’m betting I will experience the brunt of her jealous rage on Sunday. I see a whole scuffle with rain and snow in the forecast. Maybe if I just swallow my pride and just tell her she was right all along (and buy her chocolates) she will warm up for me and we can continue on in this bad romance. 

Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah; Roma, roma, ma...