ON A WING AND A DRACHMA
The year was 1987. I was newly divorced with four children from the ages of 5 to 15. My child support payments were late, or lowered and I did not see how I could possibly stay in our lovely home. In the summers I taught swimming in the backyard pool, and that money helped us survive for several months. People kept telling me I would just have to sell the house. Determined to hold onto it, I chose to rent it until summer came again. Meanwhile we wouldn’t mind lowering our standard and squashing together in a tiny house in a modest neighborhood. We could handle deprivation.
I decided to take my little brood to rent a house where deprivation would be an adventure. Looking at cost of living indexes we chose Greece. We managed this adventure on very little money, which made it extra challenging. We barely spoke the language. We had to decide, without the help of the internet, on where in Greece we would live. The piece I am submitting is from that year.