An `acropolis’ is any citadel or complex built on a high hill. The name derives from the Greek Akro, high or extreme/extremity or edge, and Polis, city, translated as ‘High City’, ‘City on the Edge’ or ‘City in the Air’, the most famous being the Acropolis of Athens,Greece, built in the 5th century BCE. (Source)
It was my first time in Athens and I was really excited. My grandfather was in the British Army. He was posted in Athens during the Great War (and he even learned how to speak and write in Greek!). I had seen Athens through his eyes so the trip meant a lot to me.
The night I arrived in Athens we formed a big group who gathered for dinner. The food is Athens is divine. The main square before you enter Acropolis has many Greek restaurants. We picked Atitamos for the night. They gave us complimentary desserts with the fresh food they served so we had no reason to complain!
The next day we started our climb from the same square. I’m not an expert on Greek history so I won’t get into the details of how it was made and the significance of it at that time (but do read it on the internet to get a deeper feel of the place). The beauty of the place will fill you with wonderment. I spend half the time gawking at the beautiful architecture, bewildered by how beautiful it all was. I swear I got goose pimples. It is unimaginable to understand how hard it must to build an entire city on the hill top. I couldn’t help but imagine how the life was of the people who lived thousands of years before me. When I finally arrived at the Acropolis the gigantic rocks and sky-high towers made me feel like I had entered another world! There were so many people around me and I still felt a bit aloof, alone in that ancient city of the Greeks. I sat down on the steps to absorb the energy and it was a beautiful feeling. My grandfather’s words came to me and I felt he was right next to me telling me stories about it. He had a knack for telling stories; he would spend hours clicking-clacking on his rickety typewriter. At the time I hadn’t paid much heed, but there isn’t a single day when I’m not thinking about what he must have written. I missed him.
As we walked down I entered a souvenir shop which was selling Greek sculptures at a very reasonable price. I started with one and ended up buying the whole army for my husband (Clearly, the place had overwhelmed me and I wanted to capture the feeling in my purchases). It looks beautiful in our little house, those little manifestations of my memories.