The last time I went to Greece was the spring of 1980. I went by myself for a whole month. I remember thinking how it was like awakening each morning to a feast full of delicious offerings and getting to choose which one I would eat first. I pulled out my journal recently ,ink fading and pages browning,, and saw the trip was somewhat more difficult than I remembered -- seasickness (of course, but I was glad to read in the Odyssey that the epic hero himself occasionally suffered from it), lugging bags on and off steamers, and worrying about carrying my reproductions home without shattering the beautiful faux Minoan frescoes, which somehow survived and still hang on my wall.