Saturday, July 27, 2013

What Zoe Means

Zoe, my daughter, stayed with us on Phoenix for about a week.

It was a delightful visit. She is such a charming young woman.

It was a trip of many firsts. It was her first time in Greece and Corfu is such a scenic town for that kind of trip.

Our first venture into town brought us by a Greek sandal shop and Zoe, well, as you can see:

What surprised us most is how adventurous Zoe has become in tasting new things. Here is evidence of how well she liked a frappe.

A frappe is a classic Greek coffee drink that is served at all times of day and is more frequently served than anything else. (Well, up until about ten o'clock at night at which point it holds its own with alcohol.) A frappe is comprised of Nescafe, water, condensed milk, a pinch of sugar (if you so choose) and the whole thing is blended into a frothy smooth drink and served on the rocks.

Zoe also tried vinegar-marinated octopus. And taramosalata pictured below.

Taramosalata is a fish roe dip, often made with a base of potato and a bit of blended onions and lemon or vinegar. Verdict: "Not bad." But there were no repeat dips.

She also ate saganaki. Saganaki, I think, means simply fried, but on many menus it refers to a slice of cheese that is lightly breaded and flash-fried. The cheese is a type of harder, aged mozzarella. Verdict: Do you have to ask? What teenager doesn't like fried cheese?

Consolation for enduring the afternoon heat (in the 90s) was pistachio gelato.

On her last evening, we were treated to a stunning, blood-orange moon rising across the bay over the hills of Albania.

Full (ish) moon over Albania. (Disclaimer: I used modern technology to make this photo a more real representation of the reality.)
Having spent until two or three o'clock in the morning skyping and texting with friends, Zoe usually slept till noonish.

In the mornings, we would find her asleep in her bunk. Arm wrapped around the teddy her boyfriend gave her and fingers finally allowed to rest from the incessant texting with friends. Note Oreo cookies on her shelf.

"I've never actually walked to an airport," Zoe said on our 20-minute walk from dinghy to airport in the incapacitating heat.

Come to think of it, neither had we.

"It's funny when I tell Greek people my name," she told me while we walked. "Some people look at me and say, 'You know that's a word in Greek, right?' Yeah, I tell them, I know."

I will miss the "life" of my life. 

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