One very small apartment + three women + hot weather = actually not that bad. We're getting along so far. It is however curious. Particularly unusual. When was the last time you slept on the same bed with your mother?
Since yesterday I've spent most of the time inside. Last night we went to dinner and today for coffee in the late afternoon. I am making good karma. Mother wants me near her. I acquiesce. But not for long.
The third woman? My mother's caretaker. She's from Georgia (not the U.S. state, the country) and speaks very little Greek. Young and helpful. But the struggle continues. What a mess!
For most people Greece sounds like a fabulous destination. For me - it carries a load of baggage.