I Dream of Greece
A friend of mine and I were talking the other day about our “dream vacations”. It was a subject that I had an immediate answer for: Greece. My dream of Greece began in the sixth grade, when we were studying Greek mythology. I checked out all the books that our library had on the subject, poured over encyclopedias and maps, and drew in my mind’s eye the perfect vacation experience wherein I would gaze upon white-washed, blue-domed dwellings framed by azure waters, wander barefoot among the docks and piers, gaze longingly over the wares offered in the open-air markets, and sample artisan breads soaked in local olive oil.
Yes, even in sixth grade I had this idealized image of what Greece is like. I had nothing if not a very active and romanticized imagination.
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