Excited American Mom: “Oh, look Giota, you have a maple tree in your front yard!”
Excited clueless Greek person: “Where, where, where?”
Bewildered American Mom: “Right here, in front of you, the big tree”
Embarrassed Greek person: “Oh, yeah, I can see it now, silly me, it’s even bigger than our house”
Helpful American Mom: “The leaves turn red or golden in Autumn, it’ll be a beautiful sight”.
Hungry Greek person: “Now I recognize it! I remember the yellow leaves from the labels on maple syrup bottles”.
It’s so difficult to live in a country where everybody can name (and point) different kinds of trees and birds like it’s no big deal, like the phrase “see the female cardinal on the the roof? You can tell from the subtle colors of her feathers” is everyday small talk and it’s way more difficult when you couldn’t tell if it was the Pope himself on the roof because you are too busy following the squirrels as they’re fooling around.