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Greek Trip, Athens, Part 1…

1Everyone has a bucket list, and ever since I was a small boy, someday visiting Greece was always high on my list. Very early on, I remember having more than a passing fascination with anything Greek.  The Parthenon, the Oracle at Delphi…I was captivated.  Even though I was surrounded by modern day religion and all that it taught to the contrary, I felt drawn to Greek Mythology, full of Gods and temples. The heroes of those ancient stories and beliefs were carved in beautiful marble statues, pictures of which filled me with awe and reverence, and I was much more inclined to believe in those stories than the ones I heard in Sunday school.  A few years ago, when the Man asked me what my dream trip has always been, I answered with no hesitation that Greece was the one place that I had always dreamed of visiting.  As most know, we just returned from that dream trip, and it was truly everything I had imagined it would be.  We knew that there would be no way to experience everything in two short weeks, so I gave the Man a short list of the places I absolutely wished I could see and visit.  As always, he took it on as a challenge, and when he was done, the trip was planned and plane tickets bought.  The day that I thought would never arrive did just that, and to Greece we were bound.

4Athens was our first destination, and we stayed in an apartment with a rooftop deck that faced the Acropolis.  We spent nearly a week of evenings up on that rooftop, enjoying the beauty of the Parthenon bathed in lights a less than a half mile away.  During the day we walked…and walked…and walked.  We  toured the city, enjoying it’s museums, colorful culture and lively music.  We walked on ancient roads through restored ruins.  We touched marble statues that had been carved by expert stone carvers thousands of years ago.  We enjoyed the very different Greek cuisine, which is largely dominated by sea food, lamb, and spices very unlike what we are used to.  We were tempted, and surrendered to, the sublime sweets the city had to offer.  You haven’t truly tasted baklava until you’ve eaten it freshly made by an elderly Greek woman running the family bakery.  The highlight of our stay in Athens was without a doubt visiting the Parthenon, which sits atop the Acropolis.  For me, there really are no words to describe what I felt as I stood mere feet away from the massive marble columns that support what remains of the roof of this grand building.  Time and wars have ravaged it, but it is currently being slowly restored to it’s former glory.  I also took the time to spread some of CJ’s ashes there, where he can overlook the city of 5 million people, and forever be a part of it’s history.

Visiting Athens and all it has to offer was truly what my dreams were made of, and I was not quite ready to leave it when we did.  I thought that nothing could begin to compare to those first few days of our adventure, but that opinion changed when I stepped off the plane on the Island of Santorini. The telling of that part of our adventure warrants it’s own blog entry…


My Greek Cairn…

IMG_3365To some, it’s just a pile of rocks, but to me it’s much more.  It’s an acknowledgement, a nod of the head to those gone before.  Perhaps it’s not as intricately built as walls and foundations that were laid hundreds of years ago, but it is what I can present as an offering to those ancient builders. It overlooks the Aegean Sea, on the island of Santorini, on a mountain top where those that have gone before built their roads, their homes and their temples.  I feel their spirit all around me.  They lived, they loved, they passed.  They left their mark on this world…and on my soul…