…two years I lived there…I left my heart and soul there in Nea Makri; I met my wife there in the Plaka, I haven’t seen my good friends there – Nikos, Iannis, Nasos and Costa - in nearly 50 years, they may all be dead! And poor Linda is dead.
…plus Nea Makri when I was there was a lonely outpost 26 kilometers north of Athens and there were goats everywhere eating the foliage from the olive trees. It made their coats shiny which was too bad for them because they soon ended up as shiny rugs.
…in the same place today there are high rise gambling casinos a la Atlantic City. Where Alexander the Great came ashore with his legions of soldiers in ancient sailboats and triremes, today gargantuan yachts of the world’s aristocracy now seek a berth in the huge marina built where once there was only the Aegean lapping the shore. It’s a very depressing picture.
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Things do change...... & riding the bus with goats wasn't my favorite activity, especially after I'd just showered. Ya can't go home again, mate. My two Marias, who were both about 17 yoa are now wrinkled grandmas.... but in my memory, they're both still 17, young & beautiful.
Gordon is right ... things do change; however, our memories and our dreams remain constant. And if your passion for returning to Greece is that great, I say follow your heart and go. Yes, things will have changed but look past that and see things as they were and not as they are. Make it happen.
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I say go. Do whatever it takes to get there and just go.
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