Day 64. Wed 2nd June.
Down memory lane.
The local bus service to the Valle dei Templi leaves from right outside our camp. Half and hour later were tramping through the ruins of 2500 years of history. It is hot and exhausting but brings back a flood of memories and emotions for my boy. He dances a solitary jig, for old times sake, in front of the Tempio della Concordia, (the setting of the original stage 23 years ago). A long hot wait for the bus home, no seats, no shade, no bus stop even. Then a refreshing dip in the sea for all three of us, followed by a quick bite and early to bed for our journey to Siracusa the next day.
Temple of Hercules.
Down memory lane.
The local bus service to the Valle dei Templi leaves from right outside our camp. Half and hour later were tramping through the ruins of 2500 years of history. It is hot and exhausting but brings back a flood of memories and emotions for my boy. He dances a solitary jig, for old times sake, in front of the Tempio della Concordia, (the setting of the original stage 23 years ago). A long hot wait for the bus home, no seats, no shade, no bus stop even. Then a refreshing dip in the sea for all three of us, followed by a quick bite and early to bed for our journey to Siracusa the next day.
Temple of Hercules.
Diddle diddly om pom pom.
I wonder what the ancients would have made of Morris Dancing!
ReplyDeleteWe'll never know - we can but surmise!
This is very out of synch! You wrote this when I was still enjoying tapas in Granada! Have you arrived at the campsite with the cats under every bush yet? (the one you wrote about in the email?) and how is my poor girl coping with temperatures of 35 degrees?
Hilary