August 13, 2007
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Flying away
Flight leaves at 7 am. Trying to get to sleep is impossible. Its like trying to sleep on Christmas eve. Only this time, Santa is wearing a toga and bestowing suntans, olives, and myths. Not to mention spicy lamb. Tomorrow, I’ll be lunching in Greece.
Apartment swept/perishable items tossed for a clean homecoming. Trash is taken out. Bags are packed. Toenails are painted and sandle-ready. Camera battery is charging. Now is the hard part: sleep. Lets see if I can manage before we have to wake up at 4.30 am. I try to count sheep, but every now and again one leaps by with a wreath of grape leaves wound around his head. There goes another one with a sheep’s head and the body of a man. And there’s another pulling a chariot. One is named Zorba, I think….
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When’s the last time you were to excited to sleep?
Comments (3)
Have a blast! Loving the Greek sheep.
I cannot remember when, but I am certain it has happened. It sounds too familiar.
Don’t know. These days, the prospect of sleep itself is exciting.
Enjoy Greece. You know we expect stories!
OOOOOOHHH!!! Crash a greek wedding and scream opa! and when you’re at a bar scream YAMMAS!!! It means cheers! Ooh how exciting. Are you going to mainland greece or an island?