“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St. Augustine
As I was born in colonial East Africa of peripatetic parents, I am afraid travel is in the blood so if you think I have been missing in action for the last few weeks, you will be right. I have been travelling again. My friends now roll their eyes and ask "And where is it this time?"
It's no secret that the little girl in me really wanted to be an archaeologist. Digging up ruins in the Middle East or Europe was all I wanted to do. My father, ever a pragmatist, suggested I study law as "something to fall back on". He was probably right... I have yet to meet a fully "employed" archaeologist.
|The wall of Priam's Troy|
But I have never lost that lust for ruins and finally after nearly 40 years I made it to the sites I had so assiduously studied in my youth. This was real "bucket list" stuff. As the airport bus wound its way down into central Athens I got my first sight of the Acropolis between the buildings and, dear reader, tears came to my eyes.
|The Lion Gate at Mycenae|
|The Charioteer of Delphis|
And I got to play the archaeologist... at a crusader castle on the island of Lemnos where bits of broken roof tile, pottery and other "finds" litter the ground. In a country with so many ancient monuments to study and protect, a crusader castle is just a nuisance... In true time team fashion I gathered up the bits and pieces and drew my conclusions - a bit of 14th century pot, a cooking pot with its blackened exterior, roof tile... It was fun to muse and then return my "finds" to the earth.
As my grandmother used to say. "Good memories are like nuts for the winter... to be taken out and treasured in our darker moments."
We all have dreams that may be unfulfilled or places of the heart we must visit. I would love to hear of your experiences or wishes...
|Wildflowers among the fallen stones of the ancient city of Athens|