Here's a little known Poppy fact for you: my first college major was Latin, Greek, and Ancient History. Since my early teens, I've been fascinated by the ancient world. Mythology in particular drew me in. I loved the stories of gods an goddesses. What intrigued me the most? They weren't perfect.
Add to that the fact that the coupling produced the now infamous Helen of Troy? Yeah, I was beyond drawn into that world and all of it's merry adventures.
I couldn't get enough. Once I made it to college, I continued my studies. When the opportunity came up for me to spend a summer working on an archaeological dig? I jumped at the chance. Six weeks in scorching heat with a toothbrush in hand cured me of my desire to be an archaeologist, but my love for Greek culture became ingrained in me. Even now, when I look for inspiration in my writing, I think about those myths and legends.
I spent quite a bit of time at the Temple of Apollo in Corinth. There's not a lot left of it, but imagining what came before, what the temple complex would have been like in it's prime? Just whoa. Words can't describe.
I'd never seen something like that before. I wasn't the only one affected by him. At the museum, people would come into the room where they housed this statue, and just stop.
The giggly girl part of me says it's cause he's nekid and everyone was checking out his bits and bobs. The grown up in me understands that when you see true art, something so beautiful it makes you stop and actually appreciate the talent that goes into making something so spectacular that an entire room of people have to stop, that it's a moment you'll remember forever.
Life happened, and I ended up changing my major. But I'll never forget what I've learned from the Greeks and their history.