Saturday, May 10, 2008
Jackass in Greece
So this fine piece of artwork was over my bed in Heraklion, Crete. You know the Leda and the Swan myth, right? Horny old Zeus wants Leda so he turns himself into a swan and gets what he wants. I mean how could he not? Look at that swan--that is one smooth lady-killing swan.
Just to let you know, we've left Crete and the creepy bestiality picture behind and are now in the island paradise (cliche deserved) Santorini. I mean seriously. This picture is from my hotel:
You know the deal: the island has a volcano in the middle, and it blew sometime before Plato, and so there's this huge crater in the island that filled with the sea and surrounding the caldera are cliffs, on which people naturally built hotels and restaurants...because really what's the worse that could happen? And now people pay insane amounts of money to get taken for overpriced rooms, food, and drink in order to hang on the side of the cliff. And yeah, it's probably the most breath-stopping places I've ever been.
Finally, this is a picture of a jackass coming up one of the winding village roads. Or maybe it's a donkey...or a mule...the point is it's a play on words with the title. This is a literary blog after all.