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Published: October 10th 2014
Journey to Mykonos
Upon takeoff from Salt Lake City, I gazed upon The Great Salt Lake below; a strange sometimes arabesque play between earth and water held my attention. The clouds, mostly cirrus over the Salt Lake Valley, streaked across the sky. Flying eastward over the Wasatch Mountains, yellow quaking aspen leaves winked from near the peaks. The rockier peaks to the south reflected a little bit of snow. I held hands with my husband, “Deke.” We are heading out on an adventure, and our first destination, Mykonos, Greece, is the furthest east I have ever been.
Our first stop was JFK. I was intrigued by a couple outside at The Sky Club because they looked so happy and glamorous in the sun. They willingly let me take their photograph. I was also able to get Deke to pose for a couple of photos—something he won’t always do.
The second leg of the trip was from New York to Athens. Deke thought it best to go first-class. Traveling first-class across the Atlantic is something everyone should do once. It is worth ten first-class journeys in the continental United States. While Deke and I didn’t sleep that
well, the A330 gently rocked and lulled most to sleep. Despite this wonderful luxury, my heart was with those in coach, where I have spent most of my traveling adventures.
The third leg of the trip was a flight to Mykonos from Athens. Deke and I were tired, but we livened up a bit when we realized that our flight was going to be only twenty-five minutes; we flew in a propeller-powered plane, which isn’t the smoothest ride, but got us where we needed to go. The white, two-storied architecture of Mykonos greeted us; it is refreshing to see. Our driver, Nicholas stated that there are strict building codes in Mykonos; the residents can only paint their doors and shutters certain colors, and most of them need to be painted white.
At the beginning of our journey, I began to read Aristotle’s Ethics.
Aristotle stated: “. . . . the young man is not a fit student of Moral Philosophy, for he has no experience in the actions of life. . . . he is apt to follow the impulses of his passions . . . . “
Aristotle further stated in so many words
that anyone at any age can live at “. . . . the beck and call of passion . . . . “ This is both good news and bad news for me, as I am a middle-aged woman who has at times lived following “the impulses of his (her) passions I suppose that Aristotle expected more out of us at this age. He also implied that it is the banal who see pleasure as happiness; there is a difference. So on this Greek vacation full of anticipated pleasures, how does one also ponder the ethics of Aristotle? Stay with me on my journey; I am going to try.
I will have pics and discussion of Mykonos tomorrow.
Yasas for now,
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