My first visit to Athens was in 2011. I was with Keith and we were on our honeymoon. We did all the things that tourists do: climbed the Acropolis, strolled through the Roman Forum, gazed at the Temple of Zeus, ate all the things.
From the minute I arrived in Athens that first time, it had my heart. It's the hometown of my favorite dudes, Aristotle and Plato. It's ground-zero for all of the philosophy of the western world. It's a starting point, figuratively and literally for my professional life and my personal and moral outlook. To be able to see the land that Aristotle walked on, the sea that he gazed upon, and the Parthenon that was the pinnacle of achievement in his day, all of this made me feel intimately connected with the figures whose ideas I work on. Visiting Athens brought everything around for me.
I go back every year. And it never loses its shine. In fact, I actually get more excited to return to Athens with every passing year, and I feel more forlorn each year when I have to leave. Athens has my heart. I feel like I'm returning to myself when I visit.
This year I had only one evening there. One date night. I sat on a rooftop with a stellar view of the Acropolis and read a book. I ate frozen greek yogurt and approximately a pound of cherries. I bought silly trinkets for my family.
Oh, and I found my favorite Greek snack... it's a spicy cheese dip. Usually people eat it with bread, but come on... fries. And a big Fix (it's like a lager).
One night is hardly enough, but I'll take what I can get. Hopefully next year I'll be able to stay a little longer.