Athens -> Peloponesse

When we headed from Athens to Peloponesse

Athens -> Peloponesse

We arrived in Athens on Monday evening and I have absolutely nothing nice to say about it, so we can leave it there. Or no! I loved the baked goods and the coffee at Dope Roasters, so that is a tip for you!

We rented a car on Tuesday morning and started making our way out of Athens. There were so many cars and so much stress, but we finally made it. After some toll roads, we found ourselves standing and looking down at the Corinth Canal. Narrow canals are so pleasing to the eye.

We spent the night on an olive farm outside of Nafplion. The owners' two dogs kept barking and waking me up, or was that just in my dreams? It's hard to tell. Anyway, as usual, the blankets are so thin and light in this hot southern country that they don't give me the push-me-down-weight I've learned I need for a good night's sleep, so the dogs are only partially to blame.

Waking up on Wednesday, off we go again. This week is dedicated to Alex, not me, so we're moving around and changing places every day, looking at ruins. It's not my thing, but we compromise in our household. And sometimes I get surprised and like something, like the ancient site of Mystras. Even I would recommend that.


Maybe it's because it's not THAT old, and many of the structures are still standing, so I can actually feel and understand the life that was lived there. This is in contrast to the ancient site of Mycenae, which doesn't evoke any feelings in me at all.

I made the huge mistake of suggesting we head into Tripoli center for lunch. Don't do that. At least leave your car and explore on foot, but honestly, you might as well just stay in the car and keep driving; you won't miss much is my humble little feeling.

We went into Sparta for dinner at Voula's Grill & More. I recommend everything on the menu!
Then we spent the night in Mystras, at a hotel with decent, heavy blankets, so I actually slept well!

I felt like refreshing my Greek history, so I got talked into watching the film "300." After 20 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and turned it off. Like at Mycenae, I couldn't connect or feel anything.

Now we're packing up to head south to Monemvasia, to the coastline. If this post seems negative, I think I know why: we are inland, and there's no sea for me to swim in. Why am I even here? My body wonders.