Wow, where did the day go? I had a leisurely wake-up — it’s Sunday, after all. I was unaware that the US transitioned today into daylight savings time. The sun was out, so I did my laundry and hung it out back to dry. But it wasn’t so sunny that I couldn’t use the computer outside, I could still see. So I updated this blog that I had neglected for about 3 weeks now. There, caught up! And guys, the Rhodes Backpackers’ Hostel‘s wifi is so strong, I was able to receive a signal seated across the street — something I can’t do at home.
The hostel’s owner Michael was working on updating the front patio. I gotta be honest: It is obvious that Michael and Maria (the hostel’s second owner) care deeply about the hostel and their guests. I saw that two weeks ago when I made an inquiry over email. Case in point: I contacted to see whether they are open on my arrival date. The owners replied truthfully and generously: They are not technically open until April, but since Michael’s going to be there to do repairs and set up for the season, they would gladly take my reservation. Yes, you heard me right — I’ve got the whole joint to myself. The hostel’s clean, organized, and a lot of thought goes into every detail and aspect. I gotta stick around to see how awesome it will be after the official seasonal opening, with the bar open and lots of guests. Reservations are already pouring in, I’m told.
I titled these videos “Rhodes Tour.” But you’ll have to advance to Day 42 for a more traditional tour of the old city of Rhodes.
Not sure how this video ended before I was ready. So be sure to watch part 2 when done with this one.
I used a computer (not a phone) to record this video. I faced the unit for part 1, so you could hear me there. Unfortunately, you can barely hear the audio on this one — which is OK, since we’re just showing you around the Rhodes Backpackers’ Hostel. Disclaimer: Everyone already knows I’m the world’s worst photographer.
After the sun became less bright, I returned to the kitchen to begin cooking a huge provision of soutzoukakia. I interrupted myself in time to teach — from the kitchen — since I’m the only one using it, I’m the only guest, right? And that’s when I learned that I was one hour late for class and that the clocked changed there but not here. And it’s a good thing that my student turned me onto that since I expected to have a 1-hour break before my next class. Nope — by the grace of that comment I met expectations and had an on-time awesome class with an awesome group of young students from Congregation Shir Tikvah in Portland.
And then I cooked. And now I eat.