We have been trying to find a park for Marco to run around in. He is small and a few sprints down our hallway tires him out but he still deserves to be outside in the grass. We are learning that the manicured lawns here are few and far between. You don't even see any lawns in front of any of the houses. There is dirt everywhere, or cement. There is a park right by our house that is fenced in and everything, would be perfect, but we quickly learned that we were not allowed to bring him in there. There is another nice park by the sea but it is full of creepy refugees and stray dogs. It is right by NOP's pool so one day Brian and I walked along the boardwalk there and let Marco play a little in the grass on his leash. It is a beautiful location and they really could make so much more out of it but it seems like the refugees have taken over any locations perfect for relaxing and hanging out, since that is all they do all day, that and chase trucks on to the ferries. We eventually had to pick him up though b/c we unintentionally made friends with a stray who followed us most of the way. We let them sniff each other but Marco hasn't finished all of his shots so he isn't supposed to play with the potentially diseased.
On Mon. we decided to just drive up into the hills to see if we could find any open land for him to run. It was an interesting adventure. Up in the hills is where the nicer homes are supposed to be but you see a lot of construction, a lot of unfinished construction, so there is trash and dirt and noise everywhere. We climbed pretty much as high as we could go and found a tilled farm that had some grass and Marco had fun getting muddy in that. On our way back down the hill we ran into this guy in the top picture shepherding his flock. It was pretty cool to see. Just down the middle of the road. Quite an authentic Greek moment :-).
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