>The Greek PhilosophyPosted: July 12, 2010
The word ‘Philosophy’ comes from the Greek ‘philo sophia’ meaning ‘love of wisdom’.
Athens, she is inviting, beautiful, warm (sweltering even) and passionate in her loves as well as in her anger. I find this to be a fair representation of Greece in general as well. You may ask though, how I can make the comparison to the goddess of wisdom in light of Greece’s recent economic faux pas. It would be an ignorant cop-out to say that she simply went on a spending spree and is now paying for it, even if this may be the case. No, her wisdom lies in something deeper than economics, something inherent in the Greek people. Consider this story:
My host, Vangelis took me with him one day to the seaside to visit some friends of his, a married couple, Georgia and Apostolos and their two year old son, Konstantinos, who is also Vangelis’ godson. They met us at the beach and after a couple hours of playing with Konstantinos in the sand, which was endlessly adorable, we went back to their home, a quick drive up the hill. We arrived on the back porch, lined with pink flowers and looking out onto the town and the sea, where the grandfather was sorting through a table piled high with field greens. (Greeks are famously healthy for existing on a diet heavy with these greens which are picked wild from the hillsides.) The grandmother then commenced to bring out a bowl of cherries which we snacked on while watching Konstantinos play. He kept kicking around a red balloon, excitedly screaming, “GOAL!!” with each and every kick. I may not have understood a word of all the Greek that was spoken amongst the family, but I understood that I was warmly welcomed into a happy family for the the evening.
After the baby was put to bed, Vangelis, his friends and I went into the town for a walk along the pier and a dinner of souvlaki, a pita sandwich similar to a gyro. (Side note: Pittsburghers and Primanti Bros aficionados, you will be happy to know that Greeks are also big fans of putting french fries on everything.) This was our dinner:
The entire evening just dripped of Greek authenticity and was all the evidence I need, to know that Greece is indeed wise. She is wise in her recognition of the things that really matter: kindness to a stranger, a sunny afternoon on the beach, and evening on the porch with loved ones, a nighttime walk along the pier — you know, the really important stuff.
–Marie DeAeth, World Affairs Council, Intern Abroad