Saying goodbye to the boys' school was one of the most emotionally difficult experiences we've ever had. Amazing how one can be so attached to a school, but Richard and I had spent so much time there recently that we felt almost as much part of it as the boys did. They arranged a special assembly for us, the afternoon we left - but unfortunately Daniel spent the day feeling sick, and even actually being sick in school, so we had to take him home. In the event, Tim was the only one who attended the assembly. Perhaps just as well, or I would probably have been in floods of tears - as Daniel was when we went in to say goodbye and collect Tim at the end of the day.
Richard and I were frantically trying to finish the last bits of packing and cleaning, as we were spending the last night at my parents' house. Although we thought we were doing quite well, it was about 2am by the time we finally finished.
The flight went well. At least it was during the daytime, but I was so tired I was barely aware of anything. We were met at the airport by one of Richard's new colleagues and taken to a small flat: our temporary accommodation while we look for somewhere to live. They said it was a bit over-furnished, but I didn't care - it was comfortable and had all we needed, so I crashed out!
I am still trying to recover from the general stress and the late night before we left. During the past few days we have met so many people my brain is buzzing. We have been shown all kinds of things which I promptly forgot. Everyone seems very kind, but I still need time and space to recover. It seems extremely hot to me too, although apparently it's 'only' 25 degrees Celsius, and I'm told it will be far hotter in the summer. Really not what I wanted to know.
What has struck me as worst, other than the heat?
- Firstly, nearly every house is white with a flat roof. It seems more Middle Eastern than Mediterranean in appearance, other than the local beach which is westernised and commercial. It really isn't very attractive, particularly after Bournville.
- Secondly, we can't put toilet paper in the loos! Apparently it would block up the drains in some way. So everywhere there are little bins next to the toilets, for used toilet paper. This will take some getting used to.
- Thirdly, the insect life. I'm told there are - shudder! - cockroaches here, although thankfully it's not currently the season for them. Mosquitoes, however, seem to fly around every night, making a horrible buzzing in my ear that wakes me. Their bite isn't malarial, so we're reliably informed, but it nonetheless itches like crazy. There are smelly pad things that can be put in an electronic device overnight to give out a smell that kills mosquitoes; unfortunately the smell is so bad I can't sleep with one. The main bedroom in the flat where we're staying is quite small. If we have the french windows open (apparently it's quite safe to do so) then bugs fly in all night. If we have them closed, the room quickly becomes very close and hot.
We went to visit the local American school this week, since Tim is quite keen to go to school as soon as possible. He's very sociable. It's a private school but relatives have hinted that they would help out financially if we go down that route. All the state schools are Greek-speaking only.
However, we were not impressed. The headmistress seemed helpful and friendly, but the classrooms look formal and old-fashioned with desks laid out in rows. We were shocked to discover that they do no music or art, and have almost no after-school clubs. The school day starts about 7.40am and goes on till 1.30pm or so, so there's not even a lunch-break to spend with other children. It doesn't sound like there's much chance of socialising, other than a couple of break-times, where the children race around or eat snacks.
This school uses an American maths course called Scott Foresman. I glanced through, and it seems to be little more than arithmetic. The head said that because English schools are 'behind', the boys would probably have to go into 3rd and 5th grade respectively, even though they're old enough for 4th and 6th. I queried this, since the text-books used (other than the maths) seem to be roughly what they've been using. Then Tim told her what sort of books he's reading, which startled her somewhat. She lent us a Scott Foresman grade 4 book to see if Tim really could manage it. She said he could take the exam for 4th grade if we want him to, although she was dubious whether he would pass.
We've been 'house-hunting' too. Rents do seem quite inexpensive here, which is good. We saw a smallish house with quite a nice yard full of fruit trees, only £100 per month. But structurally it wasn't sound. We found cracks in some important walls, and rather dodgy floors. We also saw some flats: they're not bad, but not very spacious. Ideally we'd like four bedrooms - certainly three, so the boys can be separate even if they have to double up when we have guests. We do want some outside space as well, rather than just a balcony like the flats have.
So we've decided to go for another house which one of Richard's colleagues showed us: it seems huge, with an enormous and very wild garden, but it's structurally sound although it needs some decoration (and a LOT of cleaning!) before we can move in.
We'll probably only have it for a year, or maybe two, as it's a 'dowry house' that will go to the landlady's three daughters when they want to get married. In fact it will probably be knocked down and turned into three flats - we think that's rather sad, as it's a colonial style home that's quite attractive beneath the lack of maintenance.


