My friend Johanna, who is married to a Dakolopolos, has requested more mythology. Well, today is Johanna’s day, because we have been transiting along the stunning south coast of Ikaria, Greece. Just as I was speculating about the name of the island, we spotted an intriguing spot and slowed to investigate. Sure enough, it was the rock where Icarus fell to the sea. You remember Ike: he was the proud one who created wings of wax and tried to fly to the sun. Now he is remembered for falling onto this rock (for the record, all traces of melted wings seem to be gone).
As we motored away (sadly, the day was windless), I noticed a distinctive escarpment above the shore; maybe the place from which Icarus took his leap. We mused that it would be an ideal spot for hang gliding, and then immediately decided that “Icarus School of Flight” would not be a winning business name.
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