Once we arrived at Lakedaimon, we were warmly greeted by the great Meneláos. There he offered us his hospitality and a place to rest for the night
The following morn, we started up a conversation again. The ever-wise Meneláos told us personal accounts of stories of far away lands and wondrous gods. I wondered how anyone one could be so brave as to face the great powers of the land and sea... My father was probably just as brave... As I listened... I wondered wether I was in for such adventures. Was it my duty to face the challenges of both land and sea in order to find my father? It sounded intimidating... as for myself... I don't know if I should like to face dragons and deamons in the open sea. But of all of the men I had known, the greatest and most awesome, had been the ones who had embarked on such adventures.
As with Nestor, Meneláos offered to be a place I was welcome for as long as I needed (wanted). Only this time, I knew what I had to do... I politely refused his more than generous home-stay. Instead, I was moved by the courage that I heard of in his stories... I would've liked to have a keepsake to remember what it truely means to be a king. The wise Meneláos offered me a silver and gold wine bowl that he recieved through his own travels...
I also left with some information... my father, I now know, to be stranded on an island with Kalypso...
This is Telémakhos signing off for now...
P.S.- Check out this cool song I found... it makes me think of my father... and even though he is far away... I'm growing up to be like him (or what I've heard of him). It is entitled "Life Of A Salesman" by:Yellowcard
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