Unfortunately I didn't get a picture, but yesterday morning two women rang our doorbell and one started speaking Greek to me. I apologized that I did not speak Greek, and the second woman started in English. They were Jehovah Witnesses! That has to be a tough gig.


This is the front of the law college. The red flags are communist party flags. The building is a regular location for dissidents of all sorts.


I went down to the Fulbright office in the morning to get my maintenance check. The last time we got money from Fulbright was on Feb. 3, so I went down to collect the check the day it was ready. We're not desperate or anything, but most things here are more expensive, and there are always a few unexpected expenses.


Went back to the apartment and met up with Kim, Sharon and Jim just as they had returned from the weekly open-air market. We knew Sharon would want to get pictures. Jim and Sharon then took off on the tram to eat. They had seen a Pizza Hut along the coast. I needed to leave shortly for class/office hours. I think Kim opted not to go just to give them a little alone time. At least one of us has been with at least one of them most of the week. Had they done the cruise they would have had lots of alone time.


Kim and Mary Jo (from Texas) in front of the Academy.


When I got to the office I saw Stelios who had another copy editing assignment for me, but only if I wanted to do it. I assured him that it was my pleasure. He said that before I leave, he and I ought to collaborate on something, whether we finish it while I'm here or after I return to the US. I tried to encourage him to apply to be a Fulbright visiting professor to the US (preferably Ball State) but got the "so many commitments" explanation. I gave him the website, just in case. I have plenty of US colleagues who don't apply for Fulbright because of commitments: personal, familial or professional. It's too bad.


This warship is parked in the museum area of the marina, near the trireme. I believe it's decommissioned and just for display.


Class last night went well. It's the large lecture, so yes I had to "shush" them a few times but otherwise it was enjoyable. A few students even asked questions. During the break I had a couple come up to me as well. As I left the building there were a few students outside. I said good night (in Greek) and they asked me what they should call me. I had put my name, office hours and e-mail address up on the screen, but I think it may just have been a request about how they were to refer to me. I told them Dom is short for Dominic and that they should call me either. One of the students told me that since they didn't know, they were referring to me as "Indiana Jones." I told them that if they wanted to compare me to Harrison Ford, it was OK with me. Kim says she'll have to get me a hat.

More yachts. I'm just amazed at the money.

I was stymied when I tried to get home. Class ended at 8, so about 8:15 I was looking for a tram. The electronic board at the downtown stop had no arrival times listed and the ticket booth was closed. I called Kim to tell her I'd walk and be late. She suggested I splurge and take a cab. I tried unsuccessfully to waive one down. Finally I was able to talk to a driver who told me that everything was bottled up because of the demonstrations, and that he could take me but would charge me extra. I didn't want to do that and started walking. Then it dawned on me that I could take the Metro (subway) to Piraeus where I could catch a coastal tram home. It was a little longer but would avoid the congested area. I was proud of myself for figuring it out and doing it on my own, but ashamed that it took me so long to think of it. It was nearly 10 when I ended up getting home - about an hour later than usual.

At this point I can't even report the subject of the protests - haven't seen it yet in the paper. May have to wait until Monday (there's no English-language Sunday edition).