Remember my friend Rebecca* from a few posts ago? We love to take girls trips together, so a 
couple of years ago we went to the Greek islands for a two week adventure. 10 tooling around the islands, and then a few days on the mainland seeing the sights with this tour guide whom we met through my friend Dylan* who had used this tour guide the year before. Costas was about 45 years old (at the time at least 15 years older than both Rebecca and me), and had a potbelly and a shock of white hair. But he was super helpful in getting everything set up for our island trips - even loaned us a cell phone, and helped us rent a car. Costas would call us each day to make sure we were all set for the day's adventures, which we thought was super useful. He always had lots of time to chat, which Rebecca and I did not - so we would alternate who talked to him.
couple of years ago we went to the Greek islands for a two week adventure. 10 tooling around the islands, and then a few days on the mainland seeing the sights with this tour guide whom we met through my friend Dylan* who had used this tour guide the year before. Costas was about 45 years old (at the time at least 15 years older than both Rebecca and me), and had a potbelly and a shock of white hair. But he was super helpful in getting everything set up for our island trips - even loaned us a cell phone, and helped us rent a car. Costas would call us each day to make sure we were all set for the day's adventures, which we thought was super useful. He always had lots of time to chat, which Rebecca and I did not - so we would alternate who talked to him.Finally, back on the mainland, Costas took us all over the country - through Athens, the Peloponese, and the ancient mystical city of Delphi - it was such a fun trip! Rebecca and Costas did some flirting, and I of course complained vociferously about being the third wheel. After we returned to the U.S. (incredibly golden tan and a little blue post-vacation), Rebecca and I facebook-friended Costas (or maybe he friended us, I can't remember). And then he started skyping me. And then came the poems. Epic, perfectly rhymed, maybe iambic pentameter (if I could remember what that was), and also the poems described our (Rebecca's and Costas' and my) time in Greece. and then some totally inappropriate references. Just to give you a sample, here is the first poem - copyrighted 2010 by the author:
Odysseus' fate to travel the globe
Unaware of location and time
Longing to be with the one in his mind
That propels him the mighty Cyclops to blind.
Socrates' way to inquire and lead
Reasonable men down the path to agree
That all moderation will one day succeed
To rightfully gain that which cannot be.
Phydias' art to create for all time
A place to inspire and for all to accept
That grandeur can once be captured in lime
And marble declares what is truly divine.
But I must bear a slave's name at best
Given to me through the hallways of time
To honor past glory of the family crest
To be spoken by you in a moment sublime.
Yeah. If there's anyone out there who doesn't get why this is totally inappropriate, you might 
need therapy. Two more poems, multiple skype calls (all ignored), defriending on FB and skype later... I haven't heard from him in about a year, which is a relief. I'll probably just go with a travel agency next time.
need therapy. Two more poems, multiple skype calls (all ignored), defriending on FB and skype later... I haven't heard from him in about a year, which is a relief. I'll probably just go with a travel agency next time.
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