Yogurt and garbage

The smell of spring takes me back to last year when I was preparing for my trip to Greece. It smells the same over there too. The spring-time air, I mean. Not the smell of the huge mounds of trash, but even those mounds of trash seemed better than American mounds of trash. Their dumpsters are very innovative. They are like a giant trash can that has the lever at the bottom that you push with your foot to open the top. I guess they don't like to get there hands dirty. I want to go back and eat a giant bowl of Greek yogurt. I heard that I could make my own Greek yogurt if I wanted to by using full-fat yogurt and putting it in a cheesecloth or something like that. You would make a bag of yogurt in the cheesecloth and suspend it over a bowl to let all of the liquid drain...and then, hey, Greek yogurt.
Yesterday I walked out with two trash bags with the goal of cleaning up the ditch right next to my apartment. Not even half-way through my endeavor and my first bag was nearly full. But among the trash in the ditch, I found an empty garbage bag in perfectly good condition. A force-flex bag, even. So I guess someone had the idea of cleaning up but couldn't make it past opening the bag. After 3 bags filled to the brim with trash, I made my way back. I had to walk on a bike trail and all of these people would walk by me and see that I was weighed down with bags of trash. They just looked at me like I was a weird hippy. I had to leave a pile of 5 boxes because I couldn't carry everything. I bet they are still there.