Since fourth grade when I first learned about the Minoan civilization and the Palace of Knossos, I have wanted to go to Crete. In fifth grade, I became fascinated with Greek mythology.
For those of you watching Kaos on Netflix, you are familiar with Zeus and Greek mythology claims he was born on Crete. His father Cronus knew the prop hey that one of his children would kill homand supersede him. so every time his wife Rhea had a child, Cronus killed it. Rhea got tired of that routine and snuck off to Crete to have a baby and gave Cronus a big rock wrapped in blankets, which he promptly ate. That didn’t go well And as we know, Zeus ascended to be king of the gods of Olympus.
No, I don’t know all of this off the top of my head. I’ve been re-reading a classic that I read for a Greek history class in college.
I left Minneapolis/StPaul airport at 7 am and have been cooling my heals at JFK since I arrived here at 11 am. It’s just a little after 4 pm now and time to go freshen up before I head down to my gate.
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