High Heels Travel Agony in Athens by Mihaela Lica-Butler

“Oh, I love your boots!” chirped Eleni. And I am happy. I love my boots too. They are John Galliano knee platforms, brown, high, and perfect in every way. I love all my boots, but these are insanely high, and I take great joy in dissing the wiseacres who advocate no-heels, fugly all-terrain sneakers: “Wear […]

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A Kiss of Oranges and Myrtle on Crete by Mihaela Lica Butler

Ah, Crete, the Minoan cradle, that place of legend, where Basils of the world still hope for Zorba to teach them how to dance the sirtaki at Stavros. That iconic tune of “Zorba the Greek” still echoes here, with every kefi, for Cretans are born to dance, and they couldn’t care less that before 1964 […]

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Whitewashed Mykonos

Mykonos is probably per capita the world’s biggest consumer of white paint. At the very least, there must be a large shipment of whitewash to the Cycladic Islands in Greece each month. While not all houses on Mykonos are painted in the traditional whiter-than-white, white walls have become the standard since the 1930s, and it’s […]

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Rhodes and AIDA — The Colossus and the Colossal

We’re nearing the end of our cruise of the Aegean and Black Seas. We are all a little weepy. We could go on and on and on with the cruise. We’ve heard rumors of an 80-day cruise, and we’re seriously considering it…until we come to our senses, remembering that we sort of have jobs. There […]

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Samos — Almost Turkey

Our boat from the hills above the Old Town of SamosJust to prove that I have other qualities besides adorableness, I’m going to gloat a bit now about my sense of geography. Or maybe my sense of intuition. You decide. I’ve just come back from the AIDA breakfast buffet with my usual quark and fruit […]

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God on the Rocks — a Visit to The Metéora

One of 6 remaining monasteries at The MetéoraShe introduces herself jokingly as the Jungfrau Maria (the Virgin Mary), and the tour group–the one waiting for our tour group to remove itself from the cooler, inner area of the chapel–laughs boisterously. Her name is Maria, an informative guide who speaks fluent German, and also one who […]

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My Crete II

Cretan Traffic JamI’m sort of a hybrid: not really a farmboy, not really a city boy. I know what to say to cows to get them going–or coming home. I know what to say to pigs to tell them slop’s on. I know how to talk to sheep. No really, I do. A few years […]

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My Crete

I’m flying to Crete on Saturday. My experience with Greek islands tells me that I should expect the island to be heaped with rocks and chockablock with incredibly friendly waiters. I can’t wait. The bad luck is that I’m leaving an unusually sunny Munich (90 degrees on Saturday) for an island that hasn’t exactly opened […]

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