Trying to find a decent toilet and the magical Greek sand

I’m traveling on my own and arrive at this massive youth hostel that is completely packed and disgusting. There are tons of bathrooms and toilets but they are all overflowing with poop and toilet paper. Some of the toilets are tiny and I think how challenging it would be to even sit on. I walk around trying to find a decent toilet but I to keep walking through rooms where people (women) are trying to sleep. I am only there for the day and so glad I don’t have to sleep or shower there. I overhear a girl saying she’s staying there for 6 weeks. She seems upbeat and excited about it. I think I see a clean bathroom up in a loft with no doors but when I go up there I realize it’s part of the boys dormitory and there are tiny pictures all over the walls and weird little objects all over the floor. It’s quiet up there which is nice but it’s dark and I can’t make out what all the little objects are and I get a creepy feeling and leave quickly before I wake someone up and they tell me I not allowed up there. I continue my search for a bathroom. Now it seems all the girls have gotten up and are all trying to shower and get ready for the day. There is no privacy. The showers are all communal with some normal standing showers and some water spouts low to the ground pouring into a weird shallow pool/tub. It’s like a community bath/sauna situation but too crowded and chaotic. I feel like an outsider. Everyone else seems fine with the situation. They’ve accepted it, learned to deal with it. I realize I actually don’t need to go pee anymore and go outside to explore the town. I feel relief being outside. I think to myself that I can find a nice cafe with a bathroom if I need to and wonder why I didn’t think of this before. The town is busy. I see people bathing in little fountains on the side of the street and realize this is something I read about when I was researching my trip to Greece so I must be in Greece. There is a grassy area with some ancient stones set in the ground. I want to take photos. I take my camera out but there is a problem. The camera is a folded up piece of paper, like the folded up safety information in several different languages that comes with a new electronic. The actual camera part is just one corner of the paper like the size of a postage stamp and it is paper-thin too. I look through the tiny lens but something is broken. I feel irritated and annoyed. I feel some panic that I won’t be able to take any pictures on my Greece trip. Then there are some extended family members there with me. I am in a pissed-off mood. I feel angry and annoyed. We are sitting on a bench in the park but now instead of grass there is sand but it is sand unlike any I’ve ever experienced. The grains are big but lighter and less dense than rock. I lay down in it and start rolling around in the sand. It feels amazing and doesn’t stick to my skin like sand so it feels clean. I think how cool and special this Greek sand is and feel better.

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© Genevieve Camp, Healing Ritual, magazine collage, 5” x 8”