Tonight I went to the store unaccompanied, which isn't so unusual in itself, except that our normal check-out lady decided she would ask me a couple of questions. Sure, I understand some Greek, but I am so accustomed to being with someone who speaks Greek to verify what someone is saying/asking, when I am questioned alone my brain melts down and I am certain that smoke pours forth from every orifice in my head.
So the nice lady asks me if I am staying in Greece. I stare at her blankly and wait for my defunct brain to begin the bootup process. She repeats herself. I say yes (wow, progress!). I tell her, in my best Frankenstein-meets-the-undead voice, Ameriki. She figures out that I am trying to say I am from America. She asks me where from in America. I tell her Tennessee, Nashville. Now it is her turn to give me a blank stare. So I tell her, based on what immediate knowledge Greeks might have of U.S. geography, near Louisiana. She understood and nodded her head and said "Ah, Louisiana!".
I forgot, though, the best way to help Greeks understand Tennessee. The home of Jack Daniels. Works every time.