I am from an incredibly small town that you probably haven’t heard of.
Cotton fields, country music, a church on every corner. And everybody knows everybody.
For seven years, I’ve been livin’ in the big city. Took a trip back to Alabama for my middle school bud’s wedding – and it was the first time I’d been around the ol’ stomping grounds for what seemed like a lifetime.
I looove the big city.
But I do miss the old dance studio, the fresh cotton, some childhood friends, those Jiffy cookies….
A friend and I headed to the Atlanta Greek Festivalon Saturday. One of the great things about being at a college downtown is the ease with which you can get places! (I mean… once you get the hang of jaywalking, the sky’s the limit).
Anyway. Pretty awesome! Some dancers came out, from little kids to pro-level people, and did some of the traditional Greek dances from different regions of Greece. The pro-group even did a more modern Greek dance. And the music was great – the same sort of stuff as you still hear playing in cafés in Greece today.
The main attractions of the festival were some self-tours and lectures in the Greek Orthodox church.
There was also this massive, really cool Greek map in the church, and I just had to take a close up of Athens. What can I say? Athena always was my fave Greek goddess.