Space and the lack thereof...

I think I might have been accepted by the other teachers here as a colleague rather than a student who lost her way and somehow ended up in the staffroom. Since a number of the students are also 22 years old, I understand why my presence might be misunderstood.

Today one of the teachers (disclaimer: a teacher whose name I do not know) kissed me hello. She spoke to me in English to put me at ease and then leaned in to kiss me hello, which of course was totally weird to me. So, I awkwardly returned the kiss. Outside of my Greek self, I have no idea how to kiss people hello. Especially not in the workplace.

I'm currently writing in Starbucks because the internet (which is wonderful and free) at McDonald's was not working. It costs 4 whole euros for only one hour of internet here. And now an obnoxious French person just came to my tiny table and placed her giant mug of hot coffee right by my computer. Now, my table is by no means the only available table. I quickly snapped up my computer and put it in my lap. Argh.