Traveling While Black




I'm interrupting your regularly scheduled programming to bring you a Curly Service Announcement:

The world needs to see us.

We've been in Greece for nearly two weeks and while most of our experiences with the locals have been perfectly pleasant, we've been reminded on several occasions that… *whispers loudly* …we're Black. We know. But it can be disheartening when something as innocuous as the color of your skin elicits stares and eye rolls. We've been ignored, jumped in line, and left at the tram station. Yes y'all, the tram rolled up, stopped, the director reached for the button and took the hell off. We smiled, shrugged and waited for the next one. Next stop, the pharmacy. You know that ‘record scratch, everybody stop moving' feeling you get when you walk into a place unwelcome? Yeah, that. So we walk in, I smile at the attendant, she scowls at me and finally makes her way over to ask if we need help. After answering a question or two she says, 'you finished now.' She was not asking a question. Hubby simply responded, 'you putting us out?' We don't like to presume and Lawd knows stuff gets lost in translation, but damn.

All of that said, there aren't many Black people in Greece, and many of the few that we've come across are impoverished. Just like in the States, there are people who ignore us and people that will look at us like they caught the stomach virus... all screw face. *shrugs* Whatever. I’ve decided that whether at home or abroad, small minded people are going to have to realize we’re going to shop where we want, educate our kids where we want, and oh…we have passports too boo.

Yeah, we’re present! We’ve got melanin! Get used to it! It is our duty to travel, 'cause we have growing to do, and we have an obligation to let them see our faces because they have growing to do. So where we going next?!

Back to the script--

With just a couple of days left in Greece, I thought I'd share one last set of pics. In all, I think we snapped like 3000. Crazy, right?! But at the end of the day, all you really have is your memories and the things that jog them.


Um... Santa, it's the fifth of January... when are you due back at the North Pole?

It's the rock, the mountain... not a particular structure. Knowledge is power.

We finally decided to conquer it...

To the top!

The view...
One of the ancient theaters...

That's Lycabettus Hill, the mountain we conquered last week.


What's left of the Parthenon after being destroyed and looted many times over. Dang shame.

The Parthenon, up close.

The Erechtheion


I wanna be THIS strong- Leandra


big ass rocks.

We finally made it inside the New Acropolis Museum. The one *coughs arrogantly* my brilliant cousin helped design. It's built atop 4th century BC ruins.
It has a transparent floor so you can see straight down to the bottom. Vertigo.

This pic is taken from
HERE to give you some perspective.
Time to eat! Squid, octopus, swordfish, sardines and things of that nature...

...or better yet, Kokoretsi. We had to do it. It's made of
intestines of suckling lamb as well as the heart, liver, spleen, kidneys and lungs. Every damn time we inquired about the dish, they looked as if we'd asked, 'do you server chitterlings?' It doesn't smell half as bad but definitely leaves a 'rank' aftertaste. #IllTryItOnce

Curlies, when and where is your next vacay?

What have your experiences been abroad?

Where should we go next?! I'm taking suggestions!

A Day at Sea...


Day 8.

Still over here going H.A.M.

Today, we had to be up and out at a disrespectful 5:30 am. From what I've been told, you can't make it all the way to Greece and not hit up an island or two, and we decided to explore three... in one day. So typical. We were feeling ambitious to say the least, until that alarm went off.

There hasn't been a single night this week that we've actually made it to bed at a decent hour. Still operating 8 hours ahead, I Skype the fam every evening around 8pm Boogie time, 4am Athens time, to get my fix. But until today, we could sleep until noon without much consequence.

This morning was all kinds of terrible- - we were dragging, it was still dark, hubby hadn't been to sleep for real and my stomach was churning from the pork... all the damn pork! I thought Greeks ate lamb... I've had lamb once this entire trip but enough pork to stroke out.

We boarded the ship around 7am, the sun coming up all glistening on the water... I almost forgot I was tired. That is, until we were headed back to Athens later in the evening. I was startled awake, head back, mouth wide open, hair wet from drool and stuck to the side of my face. A bit embarrassed, I looked around and noticed that many of my fellow passengers were in the same compromising position. It was a very full day. We ate some squid, drank some wine, saw the sights and made new friends.

The view--


Channeling Gilligan today!


We visited Poros, Hydra and Aegina


now watch me work...

ummm... cats. Millions of them. Hydra is actually called the island of cats and for good reason. We were there for several hours and I promise I saw hundreds.

oh yeah, donkeys too. They don't have any cars on the island of Hydra... just donkeys. And I often found myself down wind. Ugh, the essence of donk. Phaedra and Sheree need to rethink that donkey booty mess... ain't nothing sexy about donkey booty.


Ha!




heads. on. I can't.

a sweet, Russian curly we met while touring... she was salting the hell out of her bread. Still don't know why.

Sunrise to sunset.
Hubby pining after his boat, 'The Teacher's Pet II'
Hair- Dry Twist-Out with Dax
Shirt- H&M
Sweater- Forever 21
Jeggings- PacSun
Boots- Steve Madden
Trench- H&M
Hat- H&M

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