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Living the american dream
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They say that where a door closes, somewhere
a window opens. My door closed last Thursday, the day my summer
ended, as I boarded a plane destined for Boston from Athens, Greece.
It had been such a lovely vacation, although for a mother that
word "vacation" is
relative. We still have to bathe, feed, and separate children from
each other, not to mention apply copious amounts of sunscreen to
wiggly limbs.
But nonetheless,it was some semblance of a vacation,
mostly because it was not here.
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Each time I return from Greece I can't help but reflect on how
breathtaking this ancient country is and how everyone should make
it their number one destination next summer.
There are so many
aspects of Greece which make me weave fantasies of how idyllic
life is there. It is the birthplace of philosophy because everyone
there is an armchair (or taverna) philosopher.
Thespians and commoners
alike find drama at every street corner in Greece, where the old
men and vivacious women draw you into their lives with their stories,
laughter and wisdom.
By Doris Christelis
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