Our protective Swiss goddess of kindness watches over us as we awaken to a Peloponnese blue sky, the sun soft across tiled rooftops and the olive-green hills of Nafplio. The church next door rings its bells in dedicated fervor. No ignoring its wake-up call.
We linger over a Mediterranean breakfast—thick yogurt drizzled with honey, warm bread, and a cup of latte that exudes comfort. Finally, we retrieve our car for the day’s adventure.
After a delicious Mediterranean breakfast—always my favorite—we leave sea and sun to retrace our drive north before turning East. After a short 80 miles or so, we reach the sparkling waters of the Argolic Gulf.
Our drive consists of some twists and turns thru the mountains of the Arcadia Region. This region, Argolis, contains major historical sites with a bit more myth and mythology.
