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The night sky was clear and littered with stars above
the haven of my garden tonight. After a quiet dinner
alone I slipped into the garden to enjoy the rich scent
of my lovely Damask Roses, in a swing under the trellis.
I smiled up at Orion's belt high in the spring sky and
realized it was the second time today that my mind had
recalled the echo of a nearly perfect month so many
years ago.
The first time, a single sheet of yellowing paper had
fallen from a book. I found myself musing over a simple
drawing of a beautiful young girl, arms up-stretched,
her sensual, round bottom arched proudly. In the corner
was the neat signature "Jan-Dirk."
The smile lingered as I lay there, carried back in time
by the same stars as had astounded me as if seeing them
for the first time. It was a first time for many things,
so many things, that eventful trip with Etienne and
Jan-Dirk.
My first-discovered "truth of life," for example. And
that is, that it is not possible to plan your life, nor
to set out to find adventure. Not possible to plan the
wonders that life will bring you. But, it is essential,
I realized, to allow them to happen. The joy of life
awaits us and we must be sure to place ourselves where
joy can find us.
And so it was on my Griechischer Abenteuer.
It began just at the end of my stay with Christoforo. I
loved my stay with him, but there came a time when it
was right to move on, just as there had been a time when
going to him was perfect for me. He had wanted to go to
Athens one last time. We had explored together the
beauty of Athens and even watched Mephistopheles
performed in the perfect acoustic splendor of the
ancient theater. Then on the last day, as we stood on
the rock outcropping of the Acropolis I knew that it was
time to move on.
The previous night, a casual conversation in a Taverna
had led to an invitation - perhaps an adventure, I
wasn't sure. Their names were Etienne and Jan-Dirk; he
was Dutch and Etienne was Flemish. His beard was salt
and pepper gray and she was lovely, athletic, with long
blond hair and an immediate smile that lit her face. I
was attracted to them immediately by their open, yet
subdued friendliness. In the end they asked if I wished
to join them on a sailing cruise in Greece.
When we returned to our hotel, I said: "It is time for
me to go, Christo, isn't it?
"Yes, I know! Time. It always comes so. Too soon, but
life calls you, my dear." His hand was warm against my
waist and I put my hand on his.
We spent our last night together there on the balcony of
a little hotel with all of Athens at our feet, enjoying
our now practiced and perfect sexual pleasuring of each
other.