I choose Atlantis

Here's something I wrote when I was in Crete a week ago:

I sit here on a large slab of stone,
my blanket laid out,
rocks jutting out, everywhere,
I'm surrounded by water and stone.

Land masses in the distance,
they call them islands,
they look like large turtle backs surfacing the water.

Some are no bigger than the "mountain" in the center of Montreal.

They call it a mountain,
I call it a hill.
To each his own.

When I was in Montreal there was a French radio station, which played French music, that I listened to.

I loved it.
I taped it.
I'm listening to it now.
I love it.

I look around me now and I am reminded of the Cliff's of Insanity from Princess Bride. It feels like Wesley is going to rescue me soon, not that I need rescuing, but if he showed up, that's what he'd do.

Or maybe a merman is going to surface out of this sparkling turquoise bliss they call the Aegan sea.

He could pop his head out of the water that is but 3 feet from me now, and he'd grab my wrist and yank me into the water, give me a kiss, which would be the only way I could grow my tail, and we'd swim down to Atlantis.

There is a nearby island called Santorini, I go there in a few days. There is a myth that the lost city of Atlantis can be found in the waters of Santorini. That is where my merman is from, Atlantis. Sorry Wesley, today I choose Atlantis.