MEMORIES OF ATHENS I once read in a travel book that when you get home from a trip, you will have forgotten the castle you went to see, but remember getting lost trying to find it and how you got stuck in the elevator of your hotel. That is so true. We have forgotten many castles, churches and wonders of the world, but our journal is full of memories. Here is an excerpt from our trip to Athens: Monday: Stayed in a hotel overlooking the Parthenon. Walked around the Parthenon. Shopped in the Plaka. Ate vine leaves. Drank Ouzo in a quaint taverna. Went back to hotel and washed out bra and pants and Earl's boxer shorts. Hung underwear over balcony railing. Tuesday: Up early as tour leaving after breakfast. Went out on balcony. Yelled to Earl in shower, "Where did you put our underwear when you brought it in?" Earl yelled back. "What underwear?'' Oops! Looked over the balcony. Could see the top of an olive tree and a fountain down in the courtyard but no underwear. Said "Damn!" and other unprintable expletives. Packed up quickly and went down to the courtyard where our tour bus was waiting. Our tour-mates were standing around pointing up to something and laughing their heads off. We slunk on to the bus. So now when we think of Athens, we don't immediately conjure up memories of the antiquities. We remember a courtyard with three crows sitting on an olive tree, sharing a branch with a pair of striped boxer shorts. We remember a stone cherub draped with a brassiere, peeing into a fountain. And impaled forever on the stucco wall under the second floor balcony, we will always remember a pair of pink panties flapping in the wind like a flag, waving merrily to the tourists who are standing below, in the courtyard of the Hotel Aphrodite, in Athens |
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