I thought the story was over. Apparently not. For anyone joining this little bureaucratic adventure late, here is the highly abbreviated version. The U. S. Social Security Administration mailed Karen and me…

Every Greek neighborhood has a soundtrack. Some have church bells. Some have barking dogs. Some have the neighbor dragging furniture across the floor at exactly 15:31, because quiet hours are apparently more…

When we moved from Florida to Greece, I believed I had finally escaped the HOA. For readers outside the United States, an HOA—Homeowners Association—is an organization that governs many residential communities, particularly…

While we were in Loggos, Paxoi, having dinner at Ο Γιος (O Gios), Angelina, the owner, stopped by our table. “On Friday, we’re having a bouzouki night. Shall I reserve a table…

Today, while still in Paxoi, we decided to leave Loggos for a few hours and visit Lakka. Lakka is busier than Loggos. More commercialized. More built up. And its harbor is much,…

When I announced to Karen that I had found us a place to stay in Paxoi for a few days and asked whether she wanted to go, guess what happened? I became…