Last week we joined some friends on the village platia (square) to see a play performed by a theatre group from Kalamata ... in Greek of course. I was hoping that the art of acting would somehow transcend language and I would at least absorb the gist of the play. However, other than the most broad theme of two shepherds, a growing flock of birds, that often broke into song, and a lone owl awkwardly swaying in the background I knew no more two hours later than when it began! I did pick up on some globally inappropriate gestures however and was hoping they were reaching over the first two rows of children in the audience. Kolya, not to worry, was in a Fanta and souvlaki induced coma by this point. None the less, I am sure that my cultural horizons were still broadened. :)

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