Troy
and I got up this morning and went for a hike in the neighborhood. There’s a
particular trail that my mother-in-law likes to take while walking her dogs,
and I wanted to show it to Troy. The sun was shining, but it wasn’t too hot
yet. There was a nice cool breeze blowing off the sea. It was perfect hiking
weather.
The
trail cuts through an open field and winds by a solitary olive tree that
someone was kind enough to build a bench under. Troy and I sat on the bench and
enjoyed the fresh air and scenic views. The tree was laden with large purplish
olives ready for the harvest. My mother-in-law’s dogs like to eat them off the
ground. Troy was fascinated with this new thing to learn about.
As
we hiked back up the hill to the house, a car stopped and backed up to talk to
us. The driver asked if we’d like a ride up the hill. I guess he saw Troy and
felt sorry for a man carrying a baby along this busy road. I gratefully
declined, but I was still touched by this unexpected kindness.
Later
in the day, we went to Sounio, which is a ruined temple of Poseidon on the
coast, south of Athens. We got there about twenty minutes before sunset, which
we found out is when they close. The place was packed with people. My wife said
that Sounio is one of the best places to watch the sunset in Greece. A
sentiment apparently shared by dozens of other couples who were scattered among
the rocky outcropping all hoping to get the perfect vantage point to watch the sun
dip behind a low-hanging cloud and disappear. To make the long journey more
worthwhile, we decided to sit at the restaurant at the base of the monument and
have a cake and coffee (or chocolate milk in my case). As the area became pitch
black, the temple lit up with vibrant white lights that illuminated it against
the darkened sky. It sat like a beacon on the cliff, lighting the shoreline
around it, as waves crashed against the rocks below.
No comments:
Post a Comment