"Apparently, it is a Painting Tonight"
(This is a title, a blog title, it is what Lindsey said and also, it is true.)
Ah, How Hist-oracle
(Ramblings from Delphi) (I guess this is making itself a title too, secondary, if need be.)
Italy, Croatia, Greece! Greece! I am a bit behind in my blogging endeavors…but wait! I just had an idea, an epiphany, a message from the oracle! This blog, to get away from the pratter of some starry-eyed sailor (me) - it may be more amusing (a game!) to describe my experiences via titles! I am one to despise titles but one cannot ignore a trend. And it, ladies and gentlemen, cannot be mistaken for anything other than a trend! Here we go.
All Things Considered, it was Appropriate that I was Pooped on Right Smack Dab in the Eye
Not in the eye exactly but the idea that it could absolutely happen (the odds are wholly in its favor) paved the way for a story to be written for scholastic endeavors. In actuality, I, or my coffee, was pooped into. I was minding my own business at Café Cele in the Old Town of Dubrovnik, actually minding Pamuk's (the author of Snow - again for scholastic endeavors, though I can't say I don't enjoy) when I look back (good thing I looked) into my coffee and what did I dig out with my pinky but a tiny little birdie turd. Does anyone know why there are so many birds circling the sky in the Old Town? It is Hitchcock all the time around here. Dubrovnik is beautiful.
Am I holding a Fish?
(or the tales of a Neapolitan pizzeria pioneer(s) being ambushed by friendly old man waiter and made to hold various things including but not limited to: fish straight from the ice box, a bottle of wine (from a honeymooner's table) a vase of flowers, etc etc, all while wearing a chef's hat - it wasn't me wearing the chef's hat but I did witness it, as one of my very own friends got the privilege.)
Roaming, and among other things, Rain in Rome
We had the pleasure, indeed that is what it was, of seeing it rain, pour, hail, in Rome two nights in a row at, believe it or not, the exact same time of evening. It's all more enchanting in the rain.
Watch, Speak, Meander
(this is a rendition of the popular making of lists for titles (i.e. Eat, Pray, Love) The usage of verbs, I think, really captures the essence, yes the essence, of a night spent wide awake, bleary-eyed, imbibed to a moderate and harmless limit, watching of the sunrise whilst talking with Norwegians on the rocky and crab infested glory one may call the shore.
(or how Stephanie was given a nice little handmade owl (wisdom, of course) from an old yet charming Greek man in Delphi.
Are You Kidding Me?
This title, inspired by the events in The Odyssey, follows our young sailor as she challenges the delineation of the point scale system for a particular essay. Stay tuned.
Ship and Shore
Inspired by the novel titles which make use of a conjunction whose duty is to highlight contrasts, (i.e. Crime and Punishment, War and Peace, Being and Nothingness) this title aspires to lay bare the great juxtaposition (and oftentimes blur) between country and sea, East and West, wake and sleep, reality and illusion, time and …timelessness (for crying out loud!) which is of a most perplexing yet intoxicating nature. Travel! Travel hard! I have been thrown off my axis by this adventure and may say, wholeheartedly even, that all of it warrants more than even a clever title (and I am not saying they are) can describe.
Until next time,
Sniping in Greece
I miss you all!