Guest Post – Pujya Priyadarshni, travel writer
As I read flipped through a weekly magazine, which diligently analyzed the ongoing Syrian war, the plane started it’s descend in Athens. Having lived in Syria for three years nearly a decade ago, every such story, photographs and/or video, left a lump in my stomach. The nighttime glitter of the city below similar to any other, but the Mediterranean Sea beyond beckoned like an old friend. We had met last on the shores of Tartus and Latakia in Syria!
While the plane taxied, I wondered whether the Acropolis will stir the same feeling that the Monumental Arch did in Palmyra. Would the Temple of Zeus be grander or more overwhelming than the Temple of Bel? As I pondered, little did I know that while discovering Athens and Greek heritage, at every step, my Syrian experience would tug at the heartstrings. Outside the airport…
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