I love museums. This may sound a bit dorky, but it's true. I'm always fascinated by how much history and information they contain. I could spend hours and hours in just one exhibit (and in the process annoy my little brother, who is not nearly as appreciative as I am). So when we got the chance to go to the Acropolis museum today, I was definitely excited. And I am very happy to announce that many of my classmates are just as dorky as me, taking just as much time to look at all of the artifacts of ancient Greece. Ahhhhh it's just so cool! Everything in the museum is so old, it's crazy to think that people actually made it all. Without the technology we have today. Mind boggling!

After the museum we ate dinner at a place that has "the best food in Athens" according to the man who lured us inside with the promise of a 10% discount. We were sold. Even though it was almost 7pm when we got there, the resturaunt was almost empty. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that 7pm is early for the Greeks to eat dinner! I'm usually so hungry by then, but in Greece dinner doesn't usually begin until around 9pm, if even that early.

Our topic for today's blog is supposed to be visions. I was having a hard time thinking about what I was going to write about, but then Khadijah and I had a moment walking back from the restaraunt with Austin and Zach. We were crossing a big intersection, waiting for the light to change. It was taking awhile, so we decided to just go for it after a bus had passed. Well, the boys went ahead and crossed before the bus came. We got a late start but decided to follow, then freaked out and turned around because we thought the bus was coming and would run us over. After doing our little dance in the street, it turns out that our light had been green the entire time. Which the boys would not stop making fun of us for. So how does this relate to visions? We were so focused on watching the bus, waiting for the right moment to cross, that we forgot all about watching for the light to change. Our vision of one thing interfered with our vision of another. Which can happen a lot in life. You become so fixated on one thing: on one solution to a problem, on one idea, one person, one memory, that you have a hard time seeing what is right in front of you. So I guess the moral of the story is don't let yourself fixate on one thing, or you'll end up doing an awkward dance in the streets of Athens.