Our day today was split between the Acropolis and the Agora. Which young group of archaeologists could wish for something better? Well, we could in regard to the wind. We saw one amazing site after another as Satan blew his icy breath down our backs and audaciously into our faces. After being locked into the North Slope of the Acropolis, Caleb leaped the fence to speak to the guard who spoke only Greek. He pulled out a few words and some hand gestures to free the group. This skill of language was only matched by his valiant efforts to get five gyros for the group later. We found some cheap fruit from old women at stands. Abby leaped with joy after tasting of the luscious fruit. And just for the record, Nkosi has fallen approximately 14 times.
Posted by Abby Gillard at April 1, 2005 12:33 PM