Breakfast these days takes grits and hard-boiled determination. |
While I don't subscribe to the no ketchup on hot dog |
Breakfast these days takes grits and hard-boiled determination. |
While I don't subscribe to the no ketchup on hot dog |
There have been at least 5 times in my adult life that I have given up life as I knew it and faced the unknown: moving across the state at the age of 22 to attend university, moving across the world to serve 2 years as a Southern Baptist missionary in Far East Russia in 1992 a few months after the country had opened it's doors to Western missionaries, moving across the U.S. to attend seminary, moving across the country again back to my native Illinois to court the woman who would become my wife, and finally moving against the grain by staying at home for 6 years and homeschooling my children. In each of these cases I gave up life as I knew it and faced the unknown; in the first 4 I also had to let people go that I cared for (the 6th prompt).
What motivated me those 5 times varied by degree but they all had to do with a path I have tried to follow since becoming a follower of Jesus more than 40 years ago and that path has been putting the needs of others before my own. I am not perfect, so I haven't been perfectly motivated and I sure haven't perfectly followed this path but the path has certainly led many times to leaving life as I then knew it.
My first three travels were all based on what I thought would be the life of a missionary. When I left South Carolina where I had attended seminary for a year to pursue marriage with Amy, I had already become uncertain of a career as a missionary, but one of the myriad reasons I had fallen in love with her was because I had seen in our 7 years of friendship that she was also on the path to putting others needs before her own. So I envisioned that we would attempt to meet those needs together, which we have for 26 years and continue to do so however imperfectly.
The needs of my wife and children motivated me as a home educator, they also prepared me for my current job as a substitute teacher. With all our children out of high school, there may come a day when Amy and I, as a couple give up life as we know it and face the unknown. I am certain that the same motivations that directed in the past would lead us into any new unknown.
I know would like to lead you back to the known, which is a variety pack of other submissions that can be found in the comments section of this weeks edition of the Weekly Writer's Workshop.
Today is J..R.R. Tolkien's birthday. I have long been an admirer of his work. It started when I went on a field trip in school to a puppet version of The Hobbit. On the occasion of my first trip to Mackinaw Island, my parents purchased me a set of his Lord Of The Rings Trilogy. It was never actually intended to be a trilogy, it was published in 3 parts due to it's bulk and in case it proved to be a failure.
It of course was not a failure, being one of the best selling and most loved books of all time. I on the other hand have failed many times in my attempts to read or even listen to the entirety of Fellowship of The Rings, the first installment of the work. This is a cause of some embarrassment for me, and also a point of friction between myself and my son, who had read all 3 installments while he was still a tween.
I am actually a much bigger fan of his fellow Inkling C.S. Lewis and generally read all 7 books of Chronicles of Narnia every year. I have decided in honor of Tolkien's birthday that I will attempt yet again to read this magnificent tome. Two years ago I was successful at my attempt to finish Moby Dick, this year I hope to finish LOTR. I will start to read it this Winter and attempt to complete it by the end of Spring. If I still haven't finished it by the beginning of Summer, I will complete the rest by listening to an audio version. I will give myself to September 2nd, which is the day Tolkien died. This years it falls on my eldest daughter's 25th birthday, and thus a easy to remember due date. If all goes well I will repeat the process in 2025 and 2026 for the final 2 installments. I will update my progress here with my installments of Last 5 Next Ten.
I went to Greece last month and it was an amazing trip. It was a time to celebrate 25 years of marriage to my best friend, I had an idea of posting about each day exactly a month later on my blog and then posting it on on mine and my wife's FB page. Now, to be perfectly blunt, very few people consistently read my blog and none of my FB friends are putting any pressure on me at all to post everyday. Yet I put pressure on myself to do it. So when I didn't post yesterday and got one day behind on this self imposed deadline and decided I would do two days today, and as of 9:30 p.m. had not done either I began to freak out. Why? I really want to post about every day, but who cares whether it's exactly a month behind? Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves for no real reasons?
I think everybody goes off kilter sometimes. Not exactly like me, but I don't always go off kilter for the same reasons. But it is important that when I do go off kilter, I bring myself back. When this happens, I ask God for help. I ask my family for help and I make changes. Sometimes it just means letting myself off the hook for something. Sometimes it means not believing lies. Sometimes it means changing my plans.
So, as far as my memories of the trip go, I hope to recount each day on the blog and then on Facebook. But I do that because I love writing and I loved the trip and for no other reason. It's not going to have to be each day 1 month later like some self imposed a to z challenge. And If I never finish it, so what? It was a good trip and Amy and I both know it.
There are enough pressure on us as a society, that we need to stop putting additional burdens on ourselves and our friends and family.
I'll be back tomorrow, or so, to tell you about losing my phone on the Island of Sifnos on June 11th and the other more interesting things that happened that day. I kicked myself a lot for losing my phone, but that was not an important thing that happened that day. I kicked myself a lot for not posting yesterday, but that was not an important part of yesterday. Today, I worked for 8 hours at the movie theatre and when I got home there was a tornado waning after dinner. After our family got back from the basement, my time was better spent decompressing with the family than holing myself up with the computer just to meet some imaginary time requirements. I just sometimes have to remind that to my foot when it wants to kick myself.
Our Trip To Greece
One Month Later
Day #5
6/10/23
Our first full day in Sifnos. We heard about Sifnos through a Greek travel agent Amy found on line. I had bought Amy a guide book for the Greek Islands at Christmas time and Sifnos was not even mentioned. This travel agent told us it's the island where the Greeks like to travel to on their holidays. We found it instantly captivating.
Day 2: June 7th 2023
June 7th the 2nd day of our Greece trip began for me on a plane in the middle of a flight from Toronto, Ontario, Canada to Athens, Greece. There is a 8 hour time change between Chicago and Greece and a 7 hour time change between Toronto and Greece and you fly through all the time zones in between as you make your way to Athens. So, I am not exactly sure where I was when the 7th became the 8th but it happened sometime on the 9 1/2 hour flight. So when we left Toronto on June 6th at 6:10 p.m, It was already 1:10 am on June 7th in Greece. When we landed in Greece it was nearing 11:00 in the morning there while just 3 a.m in Chicago where we had been the day before.
The flight was a night flight and the plane was crowded and after an hour or two of sitting I would be in a lot of pain. The pain would be relieved when I got up to go to the bathroom or stretch my legs, but since the plane was dark for the majority of the flight, I was in the window seat and had to get Amy and someone else to move every time I got up.
In the morning I opened up the blind to my window and was treated to some fantastic views, here are some pictures I took of them:
As we were getting closer and closer to Athens I saw more boats and ferries knowing that in a few days we would be travelling on one.
We landed, got our passports stamped, grabbed our luggage and made our way towards the Athens Metro. In a bit of trip symmetry, we got to the Chicago airport by commuter train and left the Athens airport by the same mode of transportation. In Chicago we only were on the train for 1 stop. In Greece, we were on a very crowded train for over an hour. We were exhausted, but also invigorated as we talked with some folks from the Netherlands who had also just got into the country. The main differences between us was that their flight was only about 2 hours and they didn't have to exchange money as the Euro is the currency in both countries.
We had been told by our cell phone carrier before we left that we would be able to use our phones in Greece without having to buy a sim card to use there. This was not the case, and as a result once we got to our stop we could not use the phone's g.p.s to get us to the hotel. A lovely man at a bar we passed recognized the name of our hotel and told us exactly how to get there. There would be MANY such occasions in days to come where the warm Greek people would happily help us find our destinations.
As we made our way to our hotel trudging all our bags we began to realize that especially in Athens everyone moves with reckless abandon. The cars, the busses, the motorcyclists, the bicyclists, even the pedestrians. There are crossing lights but people kind of go where and when they want to. We got to the hotel, got all our stuff in our room and then we took a short walk around our hotel.
Amy here...we were so sleepy, but wanted to fight the jet lag and quickly adjust our bodies to Greek time. We discovered the rooftop restaurant of our hotel was situated across from the below stunning view of the Acropolis (hill) and Parthenon (remnants of a temple on top of said hill.) We were agog and awed and enjoyed some delicious food (mushroom risotto and some type of fish) before falling into a deep sleep which would last around 12 hours.
The View from our Hotel's rooftop restaurant. |
Exactly 1 month ago my wife and I embarked on a trip to Greece to celebrate 25 years of being married. Starting today we’d like to turn back the clock and give you day by day details of our trip a month after they occurred.
Day 1
6/1/23 Elgin Illinois
We wake up in our house and the big day we’ve been planning for for years is finally upon us.. We do a final check to make sure we have not forgotten anything and pack our luggage into our car. If you don’t count walking, escalators, elevators or the people movers at the airport we are going on 4 different modes of transportation today. First, we drive to our local bus station and I drop off Amy and our luggage. I then drive home, do a final final check for forgotten items and walk the 1/2 mile back to the bus station. We board the bus and our trip begins in earnest with us shepherding our 1 each checked bag, carry on item and personal item on the way to the penultimate stop of the O’Hare bound Chicago Blue line train.
We know this stop very well as when you take it towards Chicago it connects to the red line train, which has taken us to tens of White Sox games and several Cubs games over the years we have called the Northwest suburbs our home. I have since been there this past 4th of July to attend a White Sox game with my daughter. When we got to the station we were thinking back to the day before Mother’s Day a few weeks prior when while on our way to watch the White Sox take on former home town favorite Jose Aubrey and the Houston Astros we saw a man having a drug overdose and had to call 911 to get him assistance. No such drama ensued this time as we hopped on the Ohare bound train and got out at the airport.
We had built a little what my Dad always called margin into our schedule so we had plenty of time for me to exchange a small amount of dollars to euros before turning in our luggage. This was by far the worst exchange rate I received. It is always a good idea to have some of the local currency at all times of your stay as you can’t always use credit or debit cards. It’s just best to only use airport exchanges when absolutely necessary. It’s ta captive audience thing, the equivalent of buying snacks at a movie theatre. I work at a movie theatre, so I know of what I speak.
At this time of the morning foot traffic at “The World’s Busiest Airport” was fairly light, so we eased right through baggage to Security. We had talked about paying the extra hundred dollars for a third piece of checked baggage but the previous night had discovered that that bag was light enough and small enough to be considered as carry on baggage. So we ended checking only 2 bags. What we forgot to assess was whether the items in that bag were compliment to airline regulations. The shampoo bottles were biggger than allowed so I had to go back to the front and check that bag as well. Something always seems to go askew when you travel, and since we had been planning to pay to transport that piece until the day before the trip it seemed like the small hiccup it was.
I just looked at the time, I have to go the aforementioned movie theatre and inflict 8 dollar popcorn on people. I’m going to have Amy take you to Toronto and beyond, but make sure she mentions the maple leaf cookies.
This is Amy… we landed in Toronto and bought maple leaf cookies because Dave loves them. We hung out for a couple of hours and then boarded the next airplane and flew to Athens. The flight was 9.5 hours and while being a bit squished, we were thrilled to be full-filling a years long dream of visiting Greece. We saved up for 6 years and now it was coming true!
June was a big month for me. My wife and I went on a trip to Greece. We left the Chicago area on June 6th and did not return until June 21st. It certainly was a trip of a lifetime and an amazing wat to celebrate 25 years of marriage to my best friend.
It was not a big month in regards to blog output. I put out 2 posts prior to our trip and exactly 2 more after we got home. Last June I posted 19 times before posting only 16 times for the rest of the year. I finished 2022 with 102 posts on the strength of my April A to Z posts. If I only achieve 16 posts again in the 2nd part of 2023, I will finish with 2 posts less than 100 for the year. When May ended I was on track for 178 posts, with only 4 last month my projection is down to 164 by New Years Eve 2023. The problem is, if I match my 16 posts from the 2nd half of 2022 this year I won't get near 164 and not even break 100 by years end.
No need for doom and or gloom. I am a man with a plan. Starting on July 6th, I plan to chronicle my trip to Greece with a daily recap a month late. I did the same thing years ago when our family went to Washington D.C. If I am successful, I'll finish July right around 100 posts and be back in a posting groove.
Island: Paros
Country: Greece
I was in this city on a hike, but don't remember seeing this. More coming soon.
First, is there a physical place that has deep spiritual meaning to you? Secondly, are there people who have invested in, walked alongside, or that you have walked along side of in your journey? How have they encouraged you on the way? Has your spiritual journey given your life purpose? Does your journey have a way? In other words, what has been your path on that journey? In my mind the answers to those questions help constitute what church is to so many of us.
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I am going to Greece in less than a week and I am super excited!!! We will be spending time in Athens and Corinth, but mostly be on the islands of Sifnos and Paros. The island of Sifnos boasts 360 churches, the most if any island in the Cyclades. Including this one which we hope to travel to.
You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!
Click here to enterThis picture was posed. I actually had everybody turn around and hike back to me. It was either that, a picture of their backsides, or me running up to catch them. |
The view from the top of a broken bridge |