Mary Allan shares another overseas adventure:
As I travel, I begin to realize how large our planet is, the endless countries with towns and cities…the diversity of each city and country’s language and dialects and, in many cases, occupation by another country. One considers the “uprisings”, the wars internal or as a result of mauraudering “intruders” trying to absorb the country they had invaded into their so called “empires”.
It came time to visit Greece. My British cousin, Margaret, met me in London and we flew to Athens, a bustling city bursting at the seams and surrounding us with both modern and ancient history. I learned how to say “thank you” in Greek writing out “F Harry Stock”. It worked.
Our first day we had a private English speaking guide who drove us around. We immersed ourselves in ancient history as we went from museum to museum, realizing how complicated life had been for the average citizen and standing before statues which we felt would talk if we willed it.
In the afternoon our guide drove us to an expansive, open plain where he explained many famous battles had been waged. Near us was a group of workers installing or repairing something. Their work ended, and out of bags they pulled various musical instruments and began to play. The tune sounded like a highland fling! My cousin and I, both with Scots backgrounds let out a cry of joy and began to dance the fling. In amazement the guide joined in, and in a few minutes the workers took part in the merriment. The once battlefield swung to the music of Scotland.