Temple of Poseidon

Temple of Poseidon  Sounion

My first year in Greece, I visited so many archaeological sites that the memories now blur into one.

However one moment survived.

My first time visiting the Temple of Poseidon I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on an old man. He was a tourist fulfilling his life dream of visiting Greece.

He was  begging a guard to let him take a tiny pebble from the ground and bring it home with him.  The guard repeatedly told him no. But the old man wouldn’t give up. He swore to the guard that he would carry the pebble in his pocket, with great care, close to his heart for the rest of his life.

The guard was so touched by the man’s sincerity, she finally gave in. The old man suddenly turned toward me, waved the pebble and looked me seriously in the eyes. He said: This is sacred land.

Unable to find my words I smiled at him politely. He shook his head and walked away.

How I wish I had told him: I feel it. I can’t explain nor put it into words, but I feel it.


2 Responses to “Temple of Poseidon

  • Are you the creator of “whispers from/of Greece”?
    Have you studied Ancient Greek mythology and consider yourself an expert on this or were you enchanted as I was when I visited Greece?

    • Hi! I don’t consider myself an expert, Greek Mythology is a hobby that every now and then I am lucky enough to integrate into my work. There is always something new to learn. Like you, I’ve been enchanted by Greece and her abundance of beauty 🙂

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