The breakfast at our hotel was delicious. The only way to properly summarize our entire group’s astonishment at the breakfast spread was an overheard comment from the always loquacious Tommy who stated, “wait a second we can eat all this stuff?!” and even better, “GUYS, there is BACON…for US.” Needless to say we are not used to such delicacies.
Our wake up call was at 715 which would be unfortunate if I had not given up negativity for lent so I strapped on a smile and downed two cups of coffee. We then got to spend our first 2 hours visiting one more monastery which was similar to the previous day: awestruck, dropped jaw, etc etc. However, this monastery’s time is limited as this picture shows:
as you can see by the erosion, the rock is beginning to pose serious issues for the infrastructure. This was pointed out by Thomas who nervously said, “guys I’m no civil engineer or anything but the cliff’s proximity to the edge of that building does not inspire confidence.”
The porch of said building no longer has any rock beneath it. We realized this while 20 of us were standing on it. This caused us to all nervously return to the nunnery.
*I realized I forgot to mention that 2 of these 6 monasteries has been as our priest stated “stolen” by nuns. Those conniving nuns always stealing monasteries…*
Also while in the nunnery many a Hamlet reference was made. You know you are amongst college students when the immature comments become intellectually based, i.e. “Cass, Get thee to a nunnery you filthy trollop!”
We are now driving to Delphi for the remainder of our Monday and having a rare insiders-only view of Grecian construction zones. I have observed that they are either 1 of 2 things.
1) Absolutely no workers and a very sad looking abandoned back hoe.
2) or 5 men and 1 shovel.
On this drive I also witnessed what was possibly even more awe inspiring than the Meteora Monasteries and more visually alarming then roadkill in an all far to short 5 second visual assault. A very rotund Greek man was casually picking up a sack of potatoes on the side of the road and I got an unhindered view of what is undoubtedly the largest crack of any object, human or natural, that exists on this earth. There are no words. My immediate instinct was that his pants were just at his knees. This was not the case. His crack went up at least halfway possibly 3/4th of the way up his back. I was so wildly taken aback that I couldn’t shout quickly enough for our bus driver to stop in order to properly experience this 8th wonder of the world. I cannot find words that can properly span the immensity of this crack when trying to describe it to my fellow travelers. They just can’t understand. Perhaps its better this way, that only I saw the crack that reduced me to tears from laughter not once but at least 5 times. My own special keepsake from Greece and the pleasure of knowing that somewhere out there a portly Grecian man is searching for pants that reach to his shoulders.
Also spotted along the journey: a much to small car with 8 large bags of both apples and oranges jimmy rigged to the top with bungee cords, SHEEP, the gully where Gerard Butler and 299 other spartans held back the Persian army, and geography that can only be properly compared to the elfin kingdom from Lord of the Rings.
This drive’s soundtrack was a combination of Ben Howard, The Lumineers, and Mumford and Sons.
Our drive ended in Ieta Greece which will now forever hold special special memories. It strongly resembles California prompting many a singing of phantom planet. We then ate lunch admiring the ocean.
Afterwards we realized we had 2 more hours of lunch and so we did what any logical 20somethings would do. We stripped naked and jumped in the ocean.
It was both freeing and freezing. The original 4 of us soon turned into around 10 as more and more people from our Salzy fam stripped down and took the plunge as well. Exhibitionist fun was had. Following our skinny dip in the Mediterranean we picked some oranges off the lush orange trees incredulous that nobody else had eaten them. They tasted like lemonheads without the sugar on them. So tart that we all immediately spat them out except for Erin who thought they were “delicious”
QUALITY afternoon in Ieta.
Tonight we take Delphi.