#17 Stand in a Greek Theatre in Greece. DONE August 8th, 2017
In college we were required to take a certain number of DODA (Development of the Dramatic Arts) classes to satisfy our major. Professor Rhoda Kaufman taught the whole series at the time and my first class was Ancient Roman & Greek Theatre and I ate it all up. I hung on every word and felt like I was becoming a part of theatre history by absorbing this knowledge and knew it was my job to learn to be a part of the next generation of theatre. Cheesy, yes, but also a time where I truly enjoyed being a student. Rhoda came to class one day and showed us all a rock. This was a rock she had picked up from THE FIRST theatre in the world on her trip to Greece. She passed it around for us all to hold as she told us the story of this theatre and how special it felt to stand there and think about all the greats that had been performed in that space shaping a world of theatre to come. The rock came to me and I closed my hands around the rock as if to make a wish to go to this theatre and stand where the greats stood. Fast forward 15 years and I am sitting in my nursery with Wesley breast feeding and I get a call from my brother:
Nathan: “Hey Cas, Julia and I were talking and we want to do a family trip to Greece, do you want to come?”
Without thinking I said yes and knew that was that. Of course, there were many phone calls with my Mom and Nathan to research/plan the trip and special travel equipment to buy to bring an 8.5 month old abroad, but it was all worth it. Traveling with an 8-month-old is the perfect time to travel because they can’t walk and are happy to be with you on your adventures. Traveling with Wesley was tough at times, but he was treated like royalty everywhere we went. It was as if the whole country of Greece had never seen a baby. We received so many free gifts, food treats at restaurants and special treatment with a baby in tow. Having Nathan, Julia and my Mom’s help was invaluable to make a smooth trip with babe.
On the morning of 8/8/17 (8 is my lucky number) I put Wesley in the travel backpack on CK’s back as we adventured through the wind across the grounds of the magnificent Acropolis and to the Theatre of Dionysus Eleuthereus. I immediately flashed back to Cal State and instead of hearing our tour guide’s speech, I was listening to Rhoda tell us about Sophocles, Aeschylus and Euripides. I looked down and there was my rock. I picked it up, slipped it in the back pack and took home a piece of my own theatre history to complete the circle.












