So, this is not the Greek Convention? The planners of this shindig have coordinated the whole thing around a kind of BB study, devoid of sharing, official AA meetings, much to the dismay of the attendees who have come here for sobriety, etc…This has caused a great deal of resentment, anger, and hurt and, ultimately has keft the resposdobility to have these kind of meetings up to us.
Yesterday I was feeling all of these emotions, but I finally went to a midnight meeting and I sorted out the truth: As a sober man I have a choice to either bow and scrape to the status quo, at the detrimant of my sobriety, or go out and find like minded people and start a meeting. It seems that I am not alone. Real meetings are springing up everywhere I turn, and the convention has become a joyous and powerful experience.
I have run into many friends from the Greek thing last year, among them Denise, Dottie, John W., and many more. They were the two women that were stuck in the hydrofoil last spring and shared the super taxi ride all the way to Ermioni. Tomorrow a few of us are travelling to see the Salvador Dali museum and then on Sunday I am going back to barcelona to see the Picasso Museum. I fly home on Monday, providing the airport baggage handler strike is over and I can check my backpack. I am secretly hoping that this is not the case so I can stay a couple of extra days…
Today was sunny and I lay by the pool and let the gentle breezes waft over my crazy self.
Johnnyboy