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Published: October 17th 2014
It is our last day at the Myconian Ambassador Hotel, and I am feeling wistful. I have grown attached to the staff here: sensitive Virginia; efficient Konstantinos; enthusiastic George, and; The Philosopher’s serious ways. I feel like when I leave the hotel, I will be leaving friends behind. Of course, the staff may be happy to see our backsides as we leave. I don’t think that Deke likes to admit it, but he has enjoyed conversations with George in the mornings at breakfast. I’m out on our balcony looking at the Aegean. It is likely that I will never experience this exact view again; it is bittersweet.
One of the staff, Nicholas, drove us to the ferry and helped us with our luggage. He is a muscular man, and besides being a gentleman, it appears to me that he could also serve as security for the hotel. He did all he could to make sure that we got onto the ferry smoothly. Once on the ferry, however, Deke was a bit dismayed; he learned that there was a better class of what Deke calls “bad traveling.” He was a little upset that our travel agent hadn’t arranged for this. Deke
tried to get the better class, but a porter said it was completely full. Deke was just going to have to “rough it” with the rest of us. It was about a two-hour ride to Santorini, but it was okay in my book. However, when we arrived, Deke complained to the gentleman at the front desk of the Astra Suites, our hotel in Santorini. He was a man after Deke’s own heart. This gentlemen said that there are normally three kinds of boats, which come into Santorini, and the other two are a better ride, but because of it being off-season, there was only one line available. Deke wished that we had flown back to Athens, and then flown to Santorini—nothing that I needed, but this gentleman said that is what he encourages guests to do in the off-season.
Upon seeing Santorini, I was struck with how steep the whole island is. It was dusk, and difficult to see much so no pics of Santorini yet. Astra Suites is built on a steep hill, and there are many stairs. What I could see of the view, was spectacular. There were fresh flowers and fruit waiting for us. The floor
is red tile, and the hotel is white, both inside and out, so it makes for a stark and interesting contrast in the room. Our balcony is large, and there is a Jacuzzi. There is room for both lounging and eating. The staff informed us that they will be serving us breakfast out on the balcony every morning—a lovely touch I think, and very private and romantic.
Unfortunately, after we climbed into bed, Deke and I began to notice a bad smell coming from the bathroom, like sewage. We will have to deal with this tomorrow.
Regarding my study of Aristotle, I was struck by the following in Ethics,
Part II: “. . . . the excellence of man, i.e.
Virtue, must be a state whereby he will perform well his proper work.” I believe what Aristotle is getting at here is that while the work of Virtue is most important, “proper work” also refers to one’s vocation or avocation. I am currently thinking about my “proper work,” and I have not yet come up with the answer. I believe that Buddha also referred to the right work as a path to one’s happiness. I wish myself and
anyone else out there looking for right work, good luck.
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