This is the story of a sidewalk. Cracked, ragged, tiled. I walk along the graffitied buildings looking at the urban art and the wonderful people.

Halfway around the world, so far from home. Yet I've still never felt closer to a place.

I see the street performers and the old buildings and the colors of the scarves and tapestries hanging from the markets. I feel the history begin to seep from my mind into the scenery around me.

Jet lag is no big issue when you're awake with fascination. I look in wonder at everything around me.

I  am wonderstruck.

Welcome to Greece.