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When I was a child, there were two countries that completely captivated me. My reading books of choice were packed with magical stories of gods and goddesses, all set within a backdrop of giant structures reaching up towards the sky. In these places nature was equally as dramatic - whether blowing gritty sand into huge storms or lashing up waves on a dark sea.
I would spend hours buried in a mixture of fictional accounts and non-fiction reference books, trying to work out the line between the two, so interwoven in ancient society. When a family member visited both countries, I eagerly poured over postcards and imagined myself in their place.
It's no surprise that as soon as I could afford to travel further than the odd short trip within central Europe, I shot off to Egypt, and have revisited this amazing country again since then. I'm sure it won't be long before I'm called back there - there's still so much I have yet to explore, and the stories from my childhood have never lost their appeal.
But for all the places I've been - 40 countries and counting - I'd never set foot on the second land of my childhood dreams. I've travelled further than I ever imagined I would, and set my eyes on sights I didn't even know existed as a child. And yet the place that was right there at the top of my wish list, and right within Europe, passed me by. Until now.
Finally, after years and years of convincing myself to hit the furthest places first whilst I can and then gradually work back inwards, the pull was too strong, and I am on my way to... Greece! Two weeks in the warm autumn heat, completely centred around archaeological sites both on the mainland and Crete, in a tiny car.
I can't wait!
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