Greece without a map [Shannon}

We headed into Greece without a guidebook. It's this excellent sort of anxiety that feels like freedom, or reality, instead of a half-life of assumed preknowlege when I think I "know" what's there. We were expecting water on the left side of the train, but it was on the right, evern though Jon's fun empirical watch says we're traveling southeast. I imagined we might be on a peninsula, and soon we would join the mainland and see water on the left. Then we did. It happened that way. Did I sense the landscape for what it is, rather than compare it to a virtual reality of a map? Always an interesting dissonance anyway. Or do I remember a map of Grece I once looked at? Do we ever really experience only the reality in front of us? Anyway I can't look at this land without seeing a million stories...