From Athens we had to take a plane to Rhodes in order to take a ferry to Symi. We only had a short time when we arrived and didn’t have the energy to do much anyway, but on the way back we had five hours to kill. The information office kept our suitcases even though they said they normally didn’t (I think someone could make a killing on storing suitcases right by the ferry). We walked around Rhodes, an ancient city with centuries of history. I remember studying the Colossus of Rhodes, a giant statue that stood at the entrance of the harbor until an earthquake brought it down. People from all over the world came to see it even then. It was over 100 feet tall and one of the ancient wonders of the world. No one is sure what happened to it after it was sold. So, it wonderful being in Rhodes after reading and hearing about it for so many years. We were in old Rhodes, or Rhodes town as they call it, and we walked around and went into the museum until it was time to get the bus to the airport.
There were many places to eat. I particularly liked this sign in French saying Home Cooking With Love. I ended up eating a gyros with pita bread made of pork not lamb like I think it usually done. Good though.
I saw an old photo of this Aphrodite being pulled from the ocean which is why she is so smooth. It was a great museum. It contained a lot of information about the Greek language which is basically the trunk from which all other languages branch off of although it did borrow from the Phonecians. I have to tell you how happy it made me to think of the French language. It may be difficult to learn but at least I didn’t also have to learn a totally new alphabet. The Greek language was hard to understand, even for Maurice. I thought it sometimes sounded like Italian or Spanish but never identified one word other than ne which means yes.