So, I've been gone from this for a few days. I meant to post and mention that I would be away with no internet, but then I was running late for work (surprise, surprise) and just didn't get to it. I was in Athens for work and it was absolutely delightful. I just got back today and I am terribly exhausted, but I couldn't wait to write and let you in on what happened while I was there.
First of all, the weather was supposed to be cold and rainy but it turned out to be a gorgeous sunny day. In the shade it was a bit nippy but, overall, I thoroughly enjoyed the weather. Some highlights of the trip included getting lost and finding the cutest little neighborhood on the side of the hill where the Parthenon and the Acropolis are. It was just what you imagine Greece to be like: tiny white plaster houses with blue shutters and walkways that are so small that you wonder if you can make it through and if it's really a public walkway or if you'll end up in some old granny's kitchen getting yelled at or (my personal dream) getting invited to dinner. I did take a few pictures, so as soon as I get them on the computer I'll post a couple. In any case, it is certainly hard to think about ever quitting this job when you're enjoying tzatziki with fried zucchini and Greek salad on a rooftop terrace overlooking a piece of ancient Greece on one side of you and a sprawling city full of cars and people and technology on the other.
After my day out in Athens, though, I had a very interesting night. Since I had gone straight out with another coworker (instead of taking the usual Flight Attendant nap after working the ten hour flight overnight to get there) I got back to my room totally exhausted. I took a bath, which consisted mostly of me falling asleep in the tub, and then tried to read but immediately fell asleep with my book in hand and my head laying on a pillow wet from having washed but neglected to dry my hair. Then, an hour later, I woke up. I went back to sleep. Another hour passed and I awoke again. I fell back asleep. By the time I woke up the third time, with (oddly enough) exactly one hour having gone by each time, I decided that I had to do something about it. I had been dreaming something strange where I was running around in Greece, but for some reason I was very frazzled. I could not remember anything else about the dream once I woke up, but somehow my thoughts turned quite easily to my self searching project. I tugged my notebook, notepads, and pen onto the bed and began to make all sorts of notations everywhere. Lists and thoughts were being scribbled furiously onto the pages before my eyes, as though my hand had been taken over by something that was not a part of me. Two and a half hours after the writing began, my eyes began to feel tired again. I noticed the time and noticed that I did not have too many hours left to sleep before it would be time to get ready to work the flight back to New York. I put everything away, put on my sleep mask, said a prayer, and fell fast asleep until I received my wake up call.
So, now I have a pretty good idea of what shape my self searching project will take on. I suppose you never know when inspiration will hit you. You just have to be ready for it. In the meantime, although I am so tempted to pull out my notebook and tell you what the plan I have concocted consists of, it is pretty late and for my body it feels even later. I know that if I get too far into this my brain will start racing again and I need to avoid starting that right before bed, so I'm afraid if you want to know more you will have to wait.
They tell me that patience is a virtue. ;o)
First of all, the weather was supposed to be cold and rainy but it turned out to be a gorgeous sunny day. In the shade it was a bit nippy but, overall, I thoroughly enjoyed the weather. Some highlights of the trip included getting lost and finding the cutest little neighborhood on the side of the hill where the Parthenon and the Acropolis are. It was just what you imagine Greece to be like: tiny white plaster houses with blue shutters and walkways that are so small that you wonder if you can make it through and if it's really a public walkway or if you'll end up in some old granny's kitchen getting yelled at or (my personal dream) getting invited to dinner. I did take a few pictures, so as soon as I get them on the computer I'll post a couple. In any case, it is certainly hard to think about ever quitting this job when you're enjoying tzatziki with fried zucchini and Greek salad on a rooftop terrace overlooking a piece of ancient Greece on one side of you and a sprawling city full of cars and people and technology on the other.
After my day out in Athens, though, I had a very interesting night. Since I had gone straight out with another coworker (instead of taking the usual Flight Attendant nap after working the ten hour flight overnight to get there) I got back to my room totally exhausted. I took a bath, which consisted mostly of me falling asleep in the tub, and then tried to read but immediately fell asleep with my book in hand and my head laying on a pillow wet from having washed but neglected to dry my hair. Then, an hour later, I woke up. I went back to sleep. Another hour passed and I awoke again. I fell back asleep. By the time I woke up the third time, with (oddly enough) exactly one hour having gone by each time, I decided that I had to do something about it. I had been dreaming something strange where I was running around in Greece, but for some reason I was very frazzled. I could not remember anything else about the dream once I woke up, but somehow my thoughts turned quite easily to my self searching project. I tugged my notebook, notepads, and pen onto the bed and began to make all sorts of notations everywhere. Lists and thoughts were being scribbled furiously onto the pages before my eyes, as though my hand had been taken over by something that was not a part of me. Two and a half hours after the writing began, my eyes began to feel tired again. I noticed the time and noticed that I did not have too many hours left to sleep before it would be time to get ready to work the flight back to New York. I put everything away, put on my sleep mask, said a prayer, and fell fast asleep until I received my wake up call.
So, now I have a pretty good idea of what shape my self searching project will take on. I suppose you never know when inspiration will hit you. You just have to be ready for it. In the meantime, although I am so tempted to pull out my notebook and tell you what the plan I have concocted consists of, it is pretty late and for my body it feels even later. I know that if I get too far into this my brain will start racing again and I need to avoid starting that right before bed, so I'm afraid if you want to know more you will have to wait.
They tell me that patience is a virtue. ;o)
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I can't wait to read your next story!
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