Greece
We finally are up and running, but we are having such a good time in Greece that we are suddenly not in too big a hurry. The Aegean is still raging with the meltimi, gale winds like the Papagayo in Central America, and Athens is still celebrating the Olympic Spirit which means there is not place for Grace to put her lines down. We took the bus to Athens for a few days managing to get to the Acropolis and tickets for 2 US women's basketball games, the quarterfinal and the semifinal. As I am writing this, Jerry is watching the men's basketball on the internet TV. They say the Olympics is not well attended, but it certainly is hard to get tickets.
We were invited to a Greek birthday party at which I danced my little old tootsies off and picked shards of glass from my legs. I think the birthday girl threw her whole set of dishes on to the dance floor. When she wasn't throwing dishes, the rest of the guests were throwing beer bottles. They even threw the dog's dish, paper towels still on the rolls, and anything else throwable. It was a great family party.
The Acropolis is as beautiful as its pictures, but the climb up in Greek temperatures is a killer. All my life I have dreamed of going to Greece. I have to pinch myself many times a day to remind myself of where I am and what we are doing. These wonderful experiences have a tendency of becoming the ordinary run of the mill day if one isn't careful.
Tonight our diesel delivery guy is taking us to the San Giovanni Festival. He has all ready delivered wine from his sister's farm which he says is made the old way, a la Lucille Ball, figs from his sister's trees, and sweets from the bakery. It will be interesting to find out what the festival is because Greek festivals are killers. Parties start when it gets dark and last until it gets light. Every night, families sit on the docks and visit while the children play soccer or ride bicycles or fish
until 0200 or 0300. If your boat is parked too close, it's impossible to sleep.We are only a few days sailing from our winter home. Hopefully, next week we will be off and running, although I feel like I'm home here. Everyone is very good to us.
xoxoxoxo
- August 28, 2004