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The devil inside of me in Athens

“You need a taxi?”

Why yes, we did. How wonderful to be offered a ride as soon as we stepped off the ferry into Piraeus! We followed the man offering the lift past the clearly marked taxi stand to his car. He eagerly helped us load our luggage into the trunk. We, having been burned in Piraeus last year by a driver who never turned on the meter, were savvy, and reminded him to turn on his when he didn’t immediately do so.

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Loose ends

We’ve had a couple of extraordinary date nights during the last couple of weeks.

Last night the Beast suggested we pick up Maker Pizza after work and finish watching Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master. We’d started the film the night before but I couldn’t stay up to finish it, maybe because I was full of an incredible minestrone-style soup the Beast had made (the secret, he says, is popping in some parmigiano rinds as it simmers, and sautéing the mirepoix in more butter than you think you need) and this Sicilian Nero d’Avola, which was worth every cent of the splurge.  Or perhaps it was because we’d already finished Francois Truffault’s The 400 Blows, a movie that the Beast gets quite choked up about, especially the ending, and which I remember not warming to in the same way. This time around, however, it hit home in all the right ways. What a beautifully sad film!

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Part 4: Greece, Athenian book ends

I remember reading a history book many years ago about the significance of the Battle of Marathon in 490 B.C. If the Persians (and boy did they outnumber the Athenians), lead by Darius, had won that day, the world as we know it today would look quite different.

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