We were on the Flying Dolphin and halfway to the island when she looked over and said, "I should probably call my Mum."
"Mum, hi. Yes, it's Katerina, your daughter. Yes, Mum, I'm coming today. Mum, I have a friend with me and he's staying for Christmas. What should I do?"
Needless to say, this is not exactly the conversation I was expecting to overhear.
"Well," said Margaret, "I suppose you should bring him here and tell your father that he's a friend of yours from school who had no where to go for Christmas. That's what you usually do, isn't it?"
So here I am in the middle of some Greek ocean waters, unspecial--I would come to learn that Katerina always brings someone home with her when she decides to come home because she has a rocky relationship with her father who simply doesn't understand why she insists on running off to live on other land masses when she could just stay on Spetes, take over one of the hotels and lead a happy Greek life like her younger sister Kristiana, who never struck me as being particularly happy--AND unexpected. Surprise! Another stranger will be dining with us on Christmas! Naturally I felt a little uneasy. "I told you I wasn't very organized," she said. I smiled a smile, laughed a confused laugh, and sat nursing my bruised ego while drifting in and out of sleep with the little Greek waves until we arrived at Spetses.
(More to come)
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