You may imagine Greece, before your visit, as being overwhelmed with tourists, too hot, too polluted, and maybe even a little clichéd. All of these things went through my mind before I arrived; none of which proved true.
Standing in front of the Parthenon at last – after seeing the inevitable pictures of it over a period of decades – the meaning and history of what it represented finally came alive, even if it was covered in scaffolding. Staring in awe at the detail and vast amounts of work involved in creating such structures makes you feel what it really means to be human – and the richness of vision and beauty that has preceded you.
Maybe Santorini was too much of a filmset for tourists, but it was still beautiful; and the rock formations of Meteora – and the monasteries precariously, sometimes ridiculously, perched upon them – are one of the minor wonders of the world.