Space, place, and the tourist

At the moment I’m sitting under a canopy in a sidewalk café that I believe is called “ΔΙΟΔΟΣ,” but as I have no training in Greek and only a marginal familiarity with the Greek alphabet, I’m not sure at all. What I can tell you, though, is that you get a view of a curious cross-section of humanity in such a place. Tourists, locals, employees… all sort of blur together, and somehow it just works. A woman who looks like a middle school science teacher is no more or less welcome than a guy who looks like he should be hosting a weird game show on the Romanian equivalent of VH1.

I think a lot about spaces; it’s an inseparable part of what I worked on as a doctoral student. And this mélange of cultures under the same awning, all of us satisfying the same animal instincts (i.e., eating, drinking, socializing), despite otherwise significant cultural and language barriers, is fascinating.

I’m not entirely sure where this particular rabbit hole of interest will lead, but that’s my problem to solve… in the meantime, look around the next time you go out to eat or simply find yourself socializing in public. The similarities coexist with differences in a fascinating way.