HUG Traditions

Today was the day to take part in semester after semester of HUG tradition: Poet Sandals.

There is a tiny shop in the Plaka of Athens where a man named Melissinos custom fits sandals to your feet. It’s a HUG must, and definitely a highlight of the semester!

 

I stood in the corner of the little shop while my friends had their sandals fitted, shaved, and cut. The smell of leather was intense, but I welcomed it.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around where I was. Was I seriously in Athens, Greece getting Poet sandals? I had seen this shop in thousands of previous HUGers pictures. And there I was, on a cold Saturday afternoon, paying 28 Euro and squealing as I left.

I bought one pair today, but before the semester is over I am going to get a second. I have a feeling that I will be living in these every day this summer!

After we got our sandals (the main reason we went to Athens) we grabbed dinner and then hopped on the metro back to Porto Rafti. It was cold so we huddled underneath the stairs to block the wind!

  

When we got home to The Artemis, we had tea time and watched movies. Father of The Bride, and yes I cried.

I am loving HUG more and more every day.

 

 

I amand um, I have Poet sandals. So it’s kind of a big deal.