The Parthenon

The moment I walked through the doorway of the Parthenon, I sat down and started to cry.

I'm not supposed to post this, but shhh

I don't know what happened or what overcame me! It just had to sit down and cry. In hindsight, there was really no reason for me to cry! There were workers all around fluting the columns with loud sanding machines. There were cranes and hammers and beeping sounds. There wasn't a momentous occasion. There
was only the bones of the Parthenon.

But none of that kept me from crying. Oh my god I had tears running down my face and making a big mess on the ground around me. I cried all class (which is an hour long) and to the point where I gasped a little with every breath I took.

Maybe it was the fact that I was within the walls of Greece's pride and joy or that I was standing on history or that I realized this is a once in a lifetime event. I couldn't tell you.

I've been inside many a cathedral and abbey (including Notre Dame, The Vatican, St. Paul's Cathedral, Westminster Abbey, etc.) I've visited the Colosseum, many Roman and Greek forums, the Pantheon, and many others. Hell, I've been in exclusive areas of Pompeii and the Agora! But the moment I walk into the Parthenon, I just had to fall and cry. And mind you I was the only one crying...

My professor gave me a good reason as to why I was overcome with such raw, unknown emotion.

I had to have been Greek in my past life!