My journalistic duties took me to this lovely place today. It made me feel a pang of guilt that I will likely depart Athens having left tons of cool, vibrant, cultural stones unturned.
And then I remembered the glory that is riding my bike to Goodale Park on a cloudless summer day and reading on a blanket until I'm sun-dizzy. And then sitting sitting on Ana's porch with a glass of iced tea the size of an oil drum.
And then I felt okay about it.
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Ha! I just realized I am doing the activity I described in the photo of me on the right.
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