On the upside, I have held an Aussie's inflatable kangaroo and watched a well-dressed female Briton abruptly strip and disport, in the altogether, atop a table in a Greek restaurant. While we were returning from a U.S. women's basketball win, a woman with Japanese flag decals painted on her cheeks asks for directions to the B&O. "Right at the light," I say, to which she replies, "Light at the right?" For one brief shining moment, passing in the Athens night, we are a pan-hemispheric Abbott and Costello, staring each other down, before she says: "Arigato." And I reply, "No problem."
Strange, isn't it, that so much international misunderstanding leads to ... international understanding? Elsewhere, it's Arid August. In Greece, we're all enjoying Misty May.