“If you look to the valley below us,” our guide, Mara, instructed our busload of teachers touring Greece, “you will see the crossroads where Oedipus killed his father.”
“WHAT?!” I gasped, nearly inhaling the sesame-seed-encrusted almond in my mouth.
For three different years of my eight-year teaching career, I’ve taught kids the scandalous play, Oedipus Rex… and now we were driving by the actual scene of the crime?!
If you’re not familiar with the infamous legend of Oedipus, first performed in 429 BCE, you may not believe we’re allowed to read this in schools.
The story goes, when Oedipus was a baby, the Oracle of Delphi told Oedipus’s parents that their son would grow up to kill his dad and marry his mother. “Yipes!” said his parents.
To avoid this creep-tastic fate, Oedipus’s parents sent wee Oedipus away to be killed. Unfortunately or fortunately, however, the baby was saved and adopted by a family that took pity on him, and the boy grew to adulthood, never knowing he was a foster kid.
One fateful day, fiery teen Oedipus ran into his dad on the road between Delphi and Thebes. Neither man knew he was related to the other, but they both had hot-as-heck tempers. The two got into such a big fight that Oedipus slew the older man. Prophecy Part One, fulfilled. D’oh!
Oedipus then went to the dead man’s house and married his wife, Queen Jocasta of Thebes. Yes, that’s right: Oedipus married his mother and didn’t realize it. And thus the prophecy came fully true in a “NOOO!!”-style, forehead-smacking fashion, and then everyone got killed or committed suicide.
And our tour bus was chugging along above that site?! Amazing!
“Now,” continued Mara, “we do not know if the legend of Oedipus actually happened, but the road they were talking about between Delphi and Thebes, it is most certainly this one. It has been the main path through these mountains for thousands and thousands of years.”
A chill ran down my spine. So many of us in this world have experienced years of magical joy studying ancient Greek names, places, and stories in school, and now to encounter them in person… WOW.
“And here,” declared Mara as a stunning snow-capped mountain slid into view, “we pass by Mount Parnassus: the home of Muses.” Ahhh!
I worried, before coming here, that to see these ancient sites in 2012 would somehow cheapen or ruin them, but quite the opposite has been true. Though I haven’t yet had a thunderbolt-throwing competition with Zeus (still holding out hope), there actually is a magical sparkle in the air in Greece.
I think this is due to how respectfully and thoroughly Greeks seem to preserve, honor, and refer to their fantastic history. They weave it in with the modern.
Just look at this photo to the right of the Acropolis subway station in Athens. Its upper section boasts glass cases of ancient artifacts like vases, toys, and looms, and its lower walls ripple with replicas of the friezes from the Acropolis!
“When you have a civilization this old,” laughed Mara, you dig anywhere– like to create a subway system– and you’re bound to hit an ancient settlement full of artifacts.”
In Boston, the only thing I’ve found from digging was an old Coke bottle!
The author, Lillie Marshall, is National Board Certified Teacher, fitness fan, and mother of two who has been a full-time public school educator since 2003. She launched Around the World “L” Travel and Life Blog in 2009, and over 3.7 million readers have visited this site over the decade. Lillie also runs Teaching Traveling Global Education Community and Drawings Of… Educational Cartoon Site. Subscribe to her monthly newsletter, and follow on social media with the links below!