I can feel a holiday coming on. There will be history to take in. Words like doric and ionic to differentiate. There will be pondering at cafes. Stirring the powdered grounds at the bottom of a coffee cup, looking over a scene. A monastery or a rocky beach or an arid hilly grove of olives trees.
Slabs, not cubes, of feta. Pickled octopus. Baklava.
I'm headed to Greece.