It is said that the history of man began in the narrow heart of Africa and that, for the Old World, it was carried on by the Greeks. At the crossroads between Asia and Europe, it was the perfect setting for the birth of an exceptional culture made of myths with the exploits of heroes with high-sounding names, intertwined with the destinies of splendid women and in constant relationship with numerous and mysterious gods worshiped in temples who, undoubtedly, they were among the most important buildings in all cities.

I wish I could say that the Acropolis of Athens is damn beautiful, but alas that crane and those scaffolding around the Parthenon have spoiled my image a little. But I don't care and I say yes, the Acropolis is damn beautiful.

The Panathenaic stadium of the capital is immense and gives a perfect idea of what it means to compete in a sports competition with the eyes of the people on you. And then the temple of Poseidon at Cape Sounion, built on a rocky promontory overlooking the blue sea, extremely solemn.

Finding something bad in Greece is really difficult.