feel that sadness has permeated me like water fogging the windows of the bus now ... and although sometimes I forget something again soon to remind me that I am soaked. A young Hellenic-I call Megalos , brings big-us and leads us in Athens at Cape Sounion in Attica, where he threw Aegean sea. Paws leads with firm, and has no qualms about smoking or picking his nose when he states: but we are enjoying it, also by voice, in fact, my boy amateur blogger pursues and is dedicated to take pictures. A little over a month I'm so, since my grandmother died, his loss and the awareness of finitude so clear that we have when a loved one dies. I realize that although we have suppressed the mourning and grief of our rites, they take another form, still leading a normal life, but the procession boiling inside: maybe not a bad idea to spend a quiet time to grieve simply in memory of those who leave us. On arrival at the end we see the temple of Poseidon, built in the V century BC, has inscriptions, very aesthetic, dating from the nineteenth century: one of Lord Byron, but did not know what it was. What country Greece, and which city Athens: A view from the hill Likavitos has surprised me ... although I do not need to climb a mountain to vibrate always here. What is this -Greek crisis, by the way-that both can be seen in the street, compared with all the splendor, decay, devastation and rebirth after the columns have lived weighing crushes us? Sit and breathe this is a lesson in philosophy, and look around and people, of beauty. It has lifted me a headache on the bus, and they arrive after I have wanted to return. I've been fatal effects of time on my face, body, do not recognize myself in photos, but why would I be entitled to appeal forever if Olympieion columns to collapse. But do not worry, I was going to happen next, I I really am by nature optimistic, or at least compensated. And in the end I sitting well Sounion little while, breathing the sea air. Maybe this will be an excursion purification. Now I know better of their failings, I love Athens, more than ever. And still the journey back to our Megalos ...
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