11/19  Lindos, Rhoads Greece

19 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

11/19 Lindos, Rhoads Greece


I planned on taking a bus over to the ruins in Lindos but Jenni wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t too motivated to go anywhere.  “I’ll see you tonight” I told her.  The thought of missing something changed her mind and she decided to come along anyway.  It was a nice sunny day with a cool breeze.  A gorgeous little white washed village lodged under a Roman acropolis.  The acropolis was strategically placed on the point between two bays.  I sat alone among the ruins looking out upon the harbor below imagining incoming ships from centuries ago.  Jenni waited below for me to return.  As I was going over notes from my journal I came across thoughts I had written down weeks ago while feeling lonely and reminiscing.

When I’m alone, among the weeds, I still hear you sing your song
and gather up the memories, that helps me sing along, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

Our love will lift us, beyond the stars and shall always shine as bright
and if apart, if it seems too dark, our faith will give us light, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

My love …..  you know my love, from the beginning shall never end
is without strings, a guarantee, not to cost a thing, it’s always free
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me.

After wandering its maze of picturesque narrow streets I met up with Jenni in a small rooftop café.  Lindos has retained a wonderful sense of antiquity and a relaxed atmosphere.  Quality over quantity every time.  When we arrived back at Kate’s she was right in the middle of preparing dinner for three.  After we ate the three of us wandered into the city to meet up with some of Kate’s friends.  Jenni and I had decided halfway through the first bottle that we would head into Marmaris, Turkey next.  The ferry to Marmaris was scheduled to leave about midday tomorrow.  It was a long day and after the addition of a couple bottles of wine there was no keeping me awake once I lay down.  Self medicated

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    Usually behind a cup of coffee waiting for the world around me to wake up I entered today’s thoughts about yesterday’s activities into my travel journal. I’m not a writer, so I’ll apologize in advance if I jump around or seem confused. These are just the thoughts of a young man who left his possessions behind and who believes that getting lost is how one finds oneself.

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