View from DelphiMay 27th-
Greece is much more colorful than Italy. I feel like Italy was a swift kick in the gut and Greece is the inhale I've been gasping for.
Sleeping on the ferry wasn't awful, but the late night shinanagins did have me beat by the time I laid down on the bed, so I don't think I could have stayed up if I wanted too. At first the mattress felt a lot like my pool table, but I've found as long as I'm on my stomach, I could sleep on rocks.
At first the big problem was the frigidity, and the blankets should be embarrassed to even call themselves cloth. I saw myself heading home with a one-of-a-kind souvenir: hypothermia. But, I managed to cocoon myself in the rags and squash against the wall and actually slept the best I have on this trip. What're the odds. The rocking also helped, it was like sleeping in an enormous cradle.
We have a long bus ride today, we're on our way to Delphi, the navel of the ancient world! Several hours worth of travel though, but we'll break it up with a lunch-stop at our first Greek restaurant, then hang out on the beach for an hour or so. Can't wait! The creases in palms are oozing sweat; it's warm out.
blue Greece: Taken at the restaurant
No, seriously, I can sleep on rocks.
Group shot
The outside of the church
Inside
The floor
A depiction of Jesus taking back the keys of The Kingdom
Close up.
After church, Julie was caught.
We're driving along the coast of Greece, it's really nifty.
Greece
From a bus window
It's all Greek to me...
(ha ha. hah. ha...)
The very winding road we took to Delphi.
Later that night....
Sleeping on the ferry wasn't awful, but the late night shinanagins did have me beat by the time I laid down on the bed, so I don't think I could have stayed up if I wanted too. At first the mattress felt a lot like my pool table, but I've found as long as I'm on my stomach, I could sleep on rocks.
At first the big problem was the frigidity, and the blankets should be embarrassed to even call themselves cloth. I saw myself heading home with a one-of-a-kind souvenir: hypothermia. But, I managed to cocoon myself in the rags and squash against the wall and actually slept the best I have on this trip. What're the odds. The rocking also helped, it was like sleeping in an enormous cradle.
We have a long bus ride today, we're on our way to Delphi, the navel of the ancient world! Several hours worth of travel though, but we'll break it up with a lunch-stop at our first Greek restaurant, then hang out on the beach for an hour or so. Can't wait! The creases in palms are oozing sweat; it's warm out.
blue Greece: Taken at the restaurant
No, seriously, I can sleep on rocks.
Group shotWe also stopped at a beautiful Greek Orthodox church. I liked it ninety bajillion times more than St. Peter's. The building was very inviting. It was ornate, but not in the stiff, marble way that the basilica in Rome was, cold and aloof. This church was colorful and carefully detailed, from the mosaics that covered nearly every inch of the ceiling, to patterns in the floor tile.
The outside of the church
Inside
The floor
A depiction of Jesus taking back the keys of The Kingdom
Close up.
After church, Julie was caught.
Greece
From a bus window
It's all Greek to me...(ha ha. hah. ha...)
The very winding road we took to Delphi.Later that night....
It's very late. If I was smart, I'd just use tonight to shenangle some extra sleep, but I'm seriously itchy... restless. On one hand I'd like to pass out, but at the same time I want to run through the streets. Though, if I did take off, I'd probably trip on the cobblestone and scrape my kneecaps off and never ski again, which would be awful.
I wish that I could bring all of the sensations with me when I go home. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but often they're only cheap adjectives to explain the basic visual. (ie. "Wow, that's big and green.") I won't be able to look at these photos I've taken and have the, I-could-stroke-the-tree-stubble-bristling-on-the-slopes feeling that I did this morning, looking out the bus window. It's a little disappointing.
-E
I wish that I could bring all of the sensations with me when I go home. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but often they're only cheap adjectives to explain the basic visual. (ie. "Wow, that's big and green.") I won't be able to look at these photos I've taken and have the, I-could-stroke-the-tree-stubble-bristling-on-the-slopes feeling that I did this morning, looking out the bus window. It's a little disappointing.
-E
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