Day 70 - A reflective sort of day...

I was given an extra day off from work by my boss Andrew & Maria. I was appreciative to say the least as I spent a lot of time on the dunny last night, loads of poohs and loads of water later I went to bed last night and had the weirdest dream.

There I stood on top of the Acropolis dressed as an Olympic High Priestess, in my antique Greek toga, holding the olive branch in my left hand and an olive wreath placed on my head like it was a crown. I was supposed to be reciting a prayer to the God Apollo instead I was singing Advance Australia Fair (even in my dreams I refuse to sing God Save the Queen...wicked hey? Australia needs to show its independence of the United Kingdom, I believe in a democracy In a democracy we are not subjects of a monarch, we are citizens - and a citizen is someone who, as Aristotle said over 2000 years ago, both rules and is ruled. )

Back to my dream, the dream was really surreal yet I felt like I was truly up there. I could almost feel the wind on my face. The Acropolis is one of the few places on this wide earth of ours that I truly feel home and safe. It’s trippy and bizarre.

A bit of a history lesson people, The Olympic Torch Lighting Ceremony always takes place at The Temple of Hera in Olympia not at The Acropolis.

I have been to Greece many times and I hate it with a passion yet I am drawn to The Acropolis. It’s rather bizarre. I was staying with my cousin Christine the last time I was in Greece back in 2003 and I told her that I would be gone for the day and took a packed lunch. I sat up at The Acropolis for 9 hours. Just sitting there and taking it all in. I wrote in my journal, took thousands of photos (literally) and just inhaled the stuffy hot air, and walked around running my hand along the boundary wall. Back in the 70’s they used to allow you to actually walk through the Parthenon. I wish I had that opportunity to have done that. I so want to touch The Parthenon; I just want to place my palm on it.

I made friends with a tour guide up there whose name was Dimitri. He spent about an hour or two with me, talking to me and was amazed that I spoke such fluent Greek. I begged him to let me touch The Parthenon but Dimitri explained that the oils from my skin could cause a lot of damage to The Parthenon. He ended up giving me an amazing guide of the Archaeological Museum instead. There is something that draws me to The Acropolis, its just breath taking for me.

I would give anything to be up there today and sit up there in the heat and let my entire body absorb it all in. Ahhhh sigh.

I spent the day at home not really doing anything productive; I stayed in my pyjamas, switched my mobile phone off, and screened all landline calls. It was a reflective sort of day as I sat on my floor looking at all my photos of Greece. I have photo album after photo album. I had flashbacks of hanging out with my cousin Christine and her husband Paul and their children, sitting on her balcony sipping frappe and chatting away. I then picked the phone up and rang my cousin Christine and we laughed and laughed. Christine was born and raised in Melbourne; Australia but met a fella from over there and moved back there 25 odd years ago.

Christine answered the phone and when she heard the international beep beep beep she lets out a “G’day Mole” I didn’t calculate the time properly and woke them all up as it was 5.34am. OOppps. It was awesome talking to her and I felt like I was sitting on her balcony talking to her face to face. Ahhhh memories. Her husband was in the background yelling out his silly stupid jokes it was funny. Then I spoke to my handsome boys Kosti (13 years old) and Babi (24 years old) and Kosti begged me to post him some Violet Crumbles and heard his brother Babi upside him on the back of the head. It was almost like I was there.

Anyways, due to the butt plug yesterday I have lost my appetite completely. I sipped a V8 juice and water for the majority of the day and then made me a 4 shot latte and sipped on that for the bulk of the morning. Lunch was a small tin of tuna and that I had to force down.

That’s been my day. A reflective day but nonetheless a happy reflective day.

Reney