Socrate's Game

Today I was going to throw caution to the wind and take a train up to Nafplio, a city two hours away that I heard was a must-see from my Western Music II teacher. It ended up that the train was leaving in a minute and I was just going to miss it. The next train was in four hours and by then it would have been too late in the day so I passed on the awesome idea of a getaway.

I decided to do something possibly even cooler. I stopped at the Acropoli metro station where the Acropolis is, yes. Awesome, right? I know that for my class at Nakas, we're going to take part in an informative tour of the Acropolis so I passed on that for now. Instead I went on a mission walk to find the Ancient Agora, which was allegedly the stomping ground of Socrates where he would strike up insightful and philosophical conversations with people in the market place. I went around asking everyone, "Milao Agglika?" which I thought meant "Do you speak English" but now I know why a lot of people were laughing at me. What I actually was saying was, "I speak English?" Hahahaha oh man. But it worked. Many of them either misheard me and figured I was saying "Speak English?" and said, "Yes." Anyway, I asked those people that I stopped where the Agora was. I must have asked more than ten people and they sent me everywhere around the area of the Acropolis. I walked for more than an hour and a half under the tackling late afternoon sun, looking for it. At one point I struggled up a grassy incline complete with rocks and chasms only to find myself back where I started. I became incredibly thirsty and yearned for the Agora like nothing else. And water, which I found multiple times. Finally, I arrived at the Ancient Agora, now a broken village due to the Persians. I had to pay two Euros which was way worth it for me after all my work. I went into the museum to read about Socrates for a while and then walked through the ruins until I found a perfect place to sit. While resting my back against the same ancient stone that Socrates one day might have even sat against and read my book of philosophy: more specifically, Matrix and Philosophy. Haha, not exactly ancient philosophy but still...pretty cool, right?

Oh and another piece of news. I saw the Olympic stadium. The old old old Olympic stadium, not the new one. Where the first naked men flaunted their manliness in competitive games. Wow, today was a big day. A masculine, introspective hell of a big day. I think that makes up for not going to Nafplio. But I'll just go this weekend. On the day that I don't go to Poros (not Paros - I think that's a different island). Ha, Greece is fun.

S-MAN.