The Story of G and Bert

Anyways, they left for the beach, and I decided to stay around with G and Bert. As soon as they left, which would become routine, Bert grabbed the remote and turned it to basketball. I had gotten very lucky because Bert would later explain to me that the basketball equivalent of the World Cup was going on right now. I love basketball, so the fact that that is what everyone watched when children weren't present was fine with me. I also discovered that I'm a huge fan of the Turkish basketball team. They were good looking. All of them were very good looking.
And so Bert sat down on the couch to watch the game, and I joined him. After G was done cleaning the kitchen she came in to join us and we got to talking.
G and Bert were really good at English. Better than any Greek I had met. Which is another reason I would like them better than anyone else. Over the course of the week I would learn almost everything about them.
G was 40, but I had assumed she was in her late 20s. She was short with dark skin and short glossy black hair that was always in a ponytail. And she always wore T shirts and plaid shorts. Bert was 28 and skinny. I had actually thought he was very cute upon first meeting him. Apparently the lived in the same town in the Phillipines but really never talked to each other. G was one of the older single women and one day she got a text from Bert that said, "I heard you are still single. You seem great. Go out with me?"
She didn't even know ho it was from, but texted him back and they started dating. They had been married for 6 years and had a 2 year-ol son named Jean. He was back in the Phillipines living with G's sister. She had a lot of pictures of him on her phone and talked about how much she missed him.
She had come to Greece to find a housekeeping job. I guess there are a lot of Filipino people who go to Greece for work. Bert had followed later. She had been cleaning houses for years and ha had some very goos and very bad experiences.
Apparently the hardest thing was finding someone who would take both her and her husband, because most people only wanted her.
And she had been taking all the moneey she made and sending it back home to friends and family all these years. She tried to explain that that was why she was still so poor, "Jill. You are young. Save. You must save your money." She would give me a lot of good advice.
She had actually had a teaching degree in English back in the Phillipines, but there had been no jobs available. SO here she as. She also spoke Greek very well. Bert spoke none, but she had tried to explain that she learned it because at one of the first houses she stayed at she had watched soap operas in Greek and ha just taken to it.
The Greek people like to say as soon as they learn you know no Greek,"Ah! Greek is the hardest language in the world to learn. Very hard!"
I hadn't thought much of it since I tended to pick up languages pretty well when I lived in them. Arabic had come naturally to me while I was in Egypt. But along with my body reacting badly, my brain was also having none of it. By the time I left, even though no one there speaks English, I would only have about 4 words in Greek.