Uuuh … those Demis Roussos tunes! Since I was a child I used to listen to that soothing voice from Greece and those wonderful sounds from the mandolin strings, it made my heart yearn for a true love story. As I grew up, I became a very dreamy person, and would always dream of the place where my future love story will flourish and blossom. I always pictured myself in a beautiful and simple dress with my hair untied and traveling through the air, with the man of my dreams right beside me.
One day while having a nice breakfast and listening to my Greek old buddy Demis, to his lovely song “Marlene” to be specific, I started dreaming of my story and how it could be in a place like that, and I just felt like I'd want to have it all. An exotic spot where you lose track of time, a place that includes romance, adventure, fun nights, natural scenery, along with a bit of history. So, I was instantly inspired by the music am listening to and envisioned Greece as the magical place that has it all!
Believing that every place has a story to tell, I don’t have to wonder how beautiful that country is to have inspired such works of art. A huge number of tales with such unique flavors, tales of love and war, statues, temples and carvings of ancient times are all the product of this country’s captivating charm. In a land like that, rich with stories or shall I call them myths, I can’t help but feel like I want to go back in time, be there and live that life.
I think to myself, why can’t I be Psyche the maiden with which “Cupid” the son of Venus fell in love so deep! The beautiful mortal who was worshiped by the people throughout the land, that they even forgot about Venus the goddess of love and beauty! It makes Venus so angry with jealousy and decides to ruin her. Venus sends her son Cupid or”Eros” to shoot her with an arrow to make her fall in love for the most vile and ugly man, but when he sees her he scratches himself with the arrow and falls for her. Or even Helen of Troy, I would have really loved to be the beautiful woman whose face has launched a thousand ships, and the apparent reason behind the Trojan wars, after Paris stole her from her husband Menelaus the Spartan king, I wish I can go there to get a taste of all that...
What is also very remarkable about Greece is the Greek architectural achievements. They could gracefully blend their wonderful history and the magnificent nature. They built one of their temples, the temple of Aphaia, dedicated to the moon goddess Aphaia, the Minoan goddess of wisdom and light, in a superb location where it overlooks the vast blue Aegean Sea, which is known now as the Island of Aegina, one of the most visited islands for ‘Beach Holidays.’ Even their houses are nicely built on the green mountains that are mostly near to several historic places. It’s a heavenly bond between the past and today.
I dream I’d wake up on the island of Crete to the smell of orchids mixed with the sea breeze, coming from my open window, in a rental villa, rich with warm and tender sunlight on the highest mountain peak on Crete, mount Idha. I’d walk outside to meet my beloved who would be standing on a porch waiting for me while he looks at the sea, green mountains, and the clear blue sky in the view. There we’d plan to use all the sun we can get by the big blue sea, lay back, hold hands and listen to its waves as long as we can. Then we’d take a long walk through a Cretan grape vineyard, talk about everything while enjoying the oriental flavored music and singing of the villagers from a near distance. Suddenly and very clumsily we'd start doing that jolly Zorba dance!!
And at the end of the day, we’d find our way back to the mountain peek as the sun sets. As we stay out till the night comes, changing all the colors into mystery ... filling the sky with zillions of stars at which we’ll gaze upon. We’d make a new plan to spend all of the next day on a boat out in the open sea, with the intention of turning those moments we spend into our future best memories. Then again I’d watch us slow dancing to the sweet melodies from the mandolins and say to myself; I really can’t wait to go there and do it all. So, would you beat me there…?
June - 2010
Major Magazine
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