Category: Travel and Adventure

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 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

I can now fully appreciate the term "the thunder of the gods". A storm is brewing outside and the rolling thunder just turned into a mighty roar. The mountains seem to echo the crackles and cacophony of sound. The black clouds have completely obscured the morning's sunny skies. But if I've learned anything in the… Continue reading Silver Linings

I boarded my flight out of Indianapolis at 9:20 on May 24 and arrived in Athens at 9:40 on May 25. It was a smooth trip, but losing seven hours meant that I only saw three hours of night in twenty four hours. I am completely discombobulated. But deliriously happy. Sakis, the driver my Aunt… Continue reading The Endless Summer