I have failed you. The photo rich diaries and insightful political posts I had promised never materialized. I finished my first stint and just went on vacation, neglecting all of you. I am truly sorry.
Now I'm set to go back in just a few days. I've eaten my sea urchins, spent time with my friends and folks, swum in the Aegean, gotten my fill of alcohol and acres of uncovered female hair and skin, consumed my pork souvlakia and bacon/mushroom pizzas, and prepared the things I need to bring down with me, such as oregano and good mustard and smoked sesame oil and small lentils and all the other things that a foodie needs in Libya.
I am naturally somewhat ambivalent about this second expedition. Yes, I survived the first. Is that a reason to subject my statistical chances of survival to a second tour? When I got back to Athens, I found Greek drivers to be the epitome of courtesy and safety. That should tell you something.
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