Monthly Archives: May 2015

The last day: A day trip to three Greek islands

On board our day-cruise ship

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Windy Monemvasia and back to Athens

Tuesday we woke to bright sun in Monemvasia and a strong wind – so strong it blew the breakfast off of some of our plates (those that were seated outside).  The shops were open, and we shopped!  We took pictures!  We stood against the wind, as did the cats, the mules, and the other people.

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When we were satiated, we got back on the bus for the long trek back to Athens.  We stayed at the same hotel we had booked on the first night – but dinner was at a restaurant that still has a license to break plates.  It was a fun show.

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Everyone’s favorite day: Aeropolis, Gythios, and . . .

We leave Sparta with a special goodbye to the warrior king Leonidas, and head for parts unknown. We are told to separate out only what we can carry from our luggage: something to sleep in, a change of clothes, toothbrush and any medications, and to bring umbrellas or rain jackets.  Oh my!


The Spartans still revere Leonidas, the warrior king (there was an administrative king too, but no statue).


Mountains over Spartan rooftops


Goodbye, Sparta!

We decide to scrap another museum tour and instead we stop at Aeropolis, where Eva knows a good bakery. She tells us this part of Greece, and particularly this town, was inhabited by pirates, and the people here tend to be somewhat secretive and keep to themselves.  However they seem friendly enough to us. And what a wonderful town! Completely undiscovered by tourists of any kind, and yes, the bakery was wonderful. We ate cheese pies while walking around, inspecting flowers, stone buildings, picturesque doorways, local gathering spots, and local produce.  I bought an excellent orange, so big it lasted me well into the morning.

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After the delightful Aeropolis stop, we climbed back in the bus and headed farther south, getting great views of the ocean on our way . . . where? We pull up to an unprepossessing entrance of some kind – to a CAVE? Which we are to explore in BOATS? Some of us were reluctant – we never would have done this on our own, for sure – but we all climbed in the waiting boats, ducked our heads, and made it through.  What fun!

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Can this be topped?  Yes it can.  For lunch, we arrive at Gythios, where we had the best meal of our entire trip – crusty bread drizzled with olive oil, fresh tomatoes and onions, taramasalata (divine!) fried fresh sardines, grilled smelt, deep fried baby squid and calamari – oh my!  After lunch we watch a thunderstorm over the water.

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Hard to believe, but the best is yet to come.  Where are we spending the night, that we have to bring only what we can carry?  That evening, our bus arrives at the ocean, then crosses a bridge onto an island, then stops.  It can go no farther. We are at Monemvasia, an old, old town being restored, with a monastery, also being restored, a whole passel of Greek orthodox churches, and some inns.  We must carry our bags, since the streets are way too narrow for vehicles of any kind.  Even the donkeys which carry supplies up through the town must go single file.  It is raining, which only adds to the atmosphere of mystery and strangeness.  We climb up through the narrow streets to our inn and are assigned our rooms, which were lovely!  Spacious (ours has two bedrooms and a large bath with windows that overlooks the ocean and a small patio).  We love this town!  As soon as we unpack and dry off a little, we head down for dinner.

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Nafplio and beyond

The next morning, Sunday, it is drizzly and dreary, but we are up, well breakfasted, and ready to explore Nafplio in the daylight by 9:30.  The shops don’t open until 10 at the earliest, so we wander, taking pictures of the odd shrine or balcony over the narrow streets.  I am enchanted to hear Greek Orthodox chanting coming from somewhere directly behind a little shrine.  When the shops finally open we do our best to assist the Greek economy, haggling over shirts, jewelry, and souvenirs.

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After leaving Nafplio, we head southwest to Sparta (not knowing this of course), past orange groves in full bloom (oh the smell!) and pistachio groves, for which the region is famous. Some of us managed to get hold of maps and follow road signs, and then we tried to guess where we were going.  Kalamata? Sparta? No, we just passed through Sparta . . . and headed uphill to have an alfresco lunch in a small hillside restaurant under an awning, overlooking Sparta.  After lunch we climbed just a bit higher and disembarked the bus outside the hilltop fortress of Mistra, where there are several old Byzentine churches, one of them still operating every Sunday, tended by nuns and a visiting priest.  We were sure we could hike up to the top, to the castle fortress, but we were wrong.  Although it always seemed to be just around the next bend, it never actually got any CLOSER!

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Our legs shaking, we got back in our bus and headed back to Sparta for dinner in an outdoor courtyard (where we gave a significant portion of dinner to the local feral cats) – and our hotel.


Margaret spears a Greek olive, her version of salad.

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South to the Peloponnese

We were surprised how mountainous the landscape became as we headed south to the Corinth Canal (never knowing, of course, where we were going until we actually got there.  Shockingly deep and narrow, the canal connects the Gulf of Corinth with the Aegean Sea. It cuts through the narrow Isthmus of Corinth and separates the Peloponnese from the Greek mainland, thus effectively making the Peloponnese an island.

The rocky Peloponese

The rocky Peloponnese

The Corinth Canal

The Corinth Canal

After a surprise (of course) winery tour, we stopped for lunch, then headed for Mycenae and Agamemnon’s palace and the tomb of Clytemnestra (or maybe the Treasury of Atreus, they can’t decide), which is actually a very old beehive tomb that would have predated Atreus by many hundreds of years.  These are the oldest things any of us had seen.

After this long day we ended up in Nafplio, a reputedly romantic town where Greeks come on honeymoons.  It was very lovely, and so was our hotel.  No window screens in Greece – the windows are left open to the magpies, who had a nest in the courtyard right outside our window.


The winery cellar, where the wine is made

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At the winery

We were never hungry - we ate in excellent restaurants all along the way.

We were never hungry – we ate in excellent restaurants all along the way.


The Lion’s Gate, entering Agamemnon’s palace


I stand where Agamemnon once stood!


Our guide, Eva, demonstrates the acoustics at Epidaurus.


Entering Clytemnestra’s tomb


Sally and Joyce at Epidaurus


Our lovely hotel in Nafplio

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As we leave the restaurant in Nafplio

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The edge of the Aegean in Nafplio

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No rest for the weary: A full day in Athens awaits.

Right. No rest.  Right from the plane to a bus, our luggage stowed in compartments beneath us, and then out of the bus to climb the hill to the Athens Acropolis and a wonderful view of the city.  Then back down for a hasty lunch on our own across from the Acropolis Museum, then a tour of the museum (do not miss this if you’re in Athens – it’s exquisite!), and then, finally, to our lovely hotel.


Where we rest on the climb above Athens - poppies!

Where we rest on the climb above Athens – poppies!

At the Acropolis

The theater on the southern slope of the Acropolis

The theater on the southern slope of the Acropolis

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Athens from above

Athens from above

The real head of Zeus.

The real head of Zeus.


Athens from below, a typical residential street lined with orange trees.

Athens from below, a typical residential street lined with orange trees.

Lunch across from the museum with our new friend, Susan.

Lunch across from the museum with our new friend, Susan.

This has got to be one of the world's most beautiful museums.

This has got to be one of the world’s most beautiful museums.

Walking on Plexiglas, looking down at the excavation

Walking on Plexiglas, looking down at the excavation

The Acropolis Museum.  These are the real Six Sisters.  Those at the Acropolis are fakes.

The Acropolis Museum. These are the real Six Sisters. Those at the Acropolis are fakes.


A view of the Acropolis from the Museum.

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A day of mystery travel . . .

So we’re at the airport, groggy and nervous, and Marge gives us our boarding passes for a 7:30 am flight to New York – but no more information than that!  We could be going just about anywhere, and of course speculation was the order of the day.  FINALLY we line up to board and we’re standing next to a pilot in uniform, probably commuting to New York to pilot a plane from there to somewhere.  We joke, “Are you going to be our pilot today?”  “Not unless you’re flying to Athens,” he says (smugly I think).  Oh haha, we say to each other – no chance we’d be going that far away, but don’t we wish!

But of course we were so wrong.  That was indeed our pilot from New York to Athens, which we found out a few hours later.  Athens!  Most of us were too excited to sleep in spite of Benedryl or Dramamine or whatever OTC drugs we brought with us.  We arrived in Athens the next day, middle of the night our time but already well into the morning there.

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Greece: The AAA Mystery Tour

We really didn’t know where we were going.  We just knew we had to be at the Tampa airport at 5 am on Thursday, May 7, at 5 am for a flight somewhere, and we needed our passports.  So we drove up Wednesday afternoon in Jim James’ red truck, with Margaret navigating (see Margaret below with her navigation finger at the ready).


Margaret “navigates.”

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