This morning I was running late, so i got dressed while my skin was still a little damp and my wet hair was dripping down my neck. I ran out the door and strolled to the subway and a rush of a memory hit me.
It was the summer after college, about a month after graduation and just days after my favorite uncle had passed away. I was across the world, at a dream job working for NBC during the Athens Olympics. Every morning I would leave my little apartment, dreaming of pancakes, and walk through the farmers market outside our door and up towards Kifisias avenue, where the media buses picked up outside of a Starbucks (smart move). Our offices were housed in an empty warehouse, and the runners (interns) had a little area just off the front.
Since this was a morning show - and there was a major time difference - we were actually filming in the middle of the day, around events taking place all over Athens. Through nepotism and a bit of luck I was given one of the best shifts - 12pm-12am, so I began my day 2 hours before filming and ended it just as the Athens party scene was picking up. Before the games actually started (and while the show was still actually filming in NY) one of our main jobs was timing the trips from the different venues back to the studio - I would always request Schinias, the rowing and canoeing center as it was a 45 minute drive and right on the ocean. One of our local drivers (you would pray for Niko) would time the drive, and when we arrived I would run out of the car, stripping down to my bathing suit as I ran, until I hit the sea. Locals would stare and Niko would stand on the sand laughing as I ran back, soaked through. I never brought a towel (it would have given away my secret) and instead would drip dry on the ride back to work where I would steal a late lunch for the stray pups who liked to snooze in the sun outside our doors. But the story of the pups is one for another Wednesday.