1) You tell everyone you meet to "Have a nice round" instead of "Have a nice day" 2) You don't find change in the bottom of the washing machine-- you find golf tees 3) The only white part left on your shoes is where you accidentally sprayed them with white paint while marking circles around… Continue reading You Know You Work at A Golf Course When…
Meet my Turkish teammates: Mustafa, Savaş, and Gurol. We had such a great time out on the course!
During my long day of shuttling the players down to the driving range, I had a number of interesting experiences. On one trip back from the range, I was driving a full load of players, pros, and one staff member (who had joined us for the week to help with the tournament). I was chatting… Continue reading We Don’t Have Snakes
My poor apartment has had an empty bed in it for over a week now. The rest of the house filled up quickly with summer staffers from all over Europe: Romania, Hungary, Sweden, Estonia... it's like an international hostel! Yet apparently no one wanted to live with the American at the end of the hall.… Continue reading Introducing: Rima
... and I'm not referring to that horrid film that played off every awful Greek stereotype. No, I'm referring to the fact that even at a 5-Star resort, I encounter archaeology every single day. On the drive from my apartment to the resort, I pass five brown "Archaeological Site -->" signs. FIVE. One in particular… Continue reading My Life in Ruins
Tournament: Round 1 The day started off with some gut-wrenching drama. I arrived at the course at 7am to warm up and found Savaş (the pro for my team) out on the driving range. I was completely on edge and just couldn't make good contact with the ball. He told me to relax, that everything… Continue reading Fish and Sticks
Talk about diving in headfirst. I have so much to tell and so little time. Essentially, I went in to work on Tuesday at 7am and worked until 5:30pm, when I got to jump on the course for 18 holes with Thomas. The course is absolutely gorgeous, with huge greens, thousands of olive trees, and… Continue reading They Call It a Buggy
[Alternative titles: "I Think I Overpacked", "Hi, I'm Debby and I Do Not Speak Greek" and "Finally, the Cow Stopped Mooing"] I hate to skip over days (especially ones that included tours of Mycenae), but I made it to Costa Navarino and am just bubbling with excitement and want to tell you all about it.… Continue reading Doing Things the Greek Way
I'm fairly sure I've lived a week inside of the last two days. Purely considering the thought of cramming it all into one entry is humorous, so I will slim my narrative down to a few key events, then touch on other memorable moments later down the road. Renee and Peter flew to Rhodes for… Continue reading Food Makes Friends
I love being mistaken for a Greek. My goal in any city, at home or abroad, is to carefully cultivate an "of course I've lived here my entire life!" aura. In Athens, I have completely avoided the obvious tourist tags: gym shoes, visors, and (of course) fanny packs. Setting a determined look on my face… Continue reading Rain is a Good Thing
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