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... br> It was a good nap - a very deep sleep. I dreamed of a Philadelphia pretzel but believe it was part of my recovery from the convoluted body positions I withstood from the plane ride. An email check update disclosed that an elderly friend of our family, in Virginia, was very ill and had ...
... was the size of the seat. I just could not imagine how I was to sit in it for nine hours. Where would I put my knees and legs? It was too late to turn back so I shoehorned my buttocks into the seat, wrapped my ankles around the bottom of the seat, laid my head on the back of the seat so it gazed to the right while my torso twisted to the left. Guantanamo interrogators call it "stress positioning." I was ready to ...
... so much raw sliced onion in my life, and now I want it with everything. I loved picking fruits to eat right off your trees, and how your people served us a plate of fresh fruit after every meal.
I can still taste your baked eggplant, fresh sausages, rooster in cinnamon red sauce, potato and garlic puree, rice stuffed tomatoes and zucchini flowers, stuffed squid, grilled sardines, okra and green beans in tomato sauce, and even those fresh cut potatoes ...
... and in particular of Athens that I was concerned I had too much time here. What this trip has taught me is that everybody's journey is different and while this may not be some peoples cup of tea I feel like I struck gold the minute I arrived. My only wish is that I could share the history, the culture and the people with you all, I hope that maybe in some small way this post goes a little way towards doing this.
And so here's to you Greece, Yasou!
... We dashed back to the boat and set sail for Santorini. Santorini is possibly the most breathtaking place on the planet. The view coming into the harbour is spectacular. I did a tour to the old village of Oia. It is the village where all the postcard pictures of whitewashed houses with blue roofs come from. I could have spent 4 days there, but instead we only had four hours. If I ever go missing, the first place you should ...