After college graduation,
Oh,
so many years ago,
I
traveled throughout Europe,
All
my youthful seeds to sow.
With
my friends, I took a ferry
To
a popular Greek isle
Which
had very few hotels,
A
hostel being more our style.
But
instead, some local women
Met
the ferries at the dock,
Where
they beckoned so we’d follow
As
they eyed us, taking stock.
We
were ushered to a bedroom,
Passing
family looking on,
Where
we dropped our knapsacks, surely
A
tradition that’s long gone.
Handing
drachmas to a stranger,
Much
less sleeping in her bed,
Is
a far, far cry from Greece today,
From
articles I’ve read.
There
are hotels by the hundreds
Being
built on isles in Greece
And,
despite the locals’ protests,
This
construction will not cease.
How
much cooler to be greeted,
From
a dark and choppy sea,
By
a smiling native grandma
Speaking
what was Greek to me!
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