16 December 2025 Greece: From Delphi and Olympia to Monasteries and Mountains We traced a looping path through Greece’s layered past—standing where oracles once spoke at Delphi, where naked athletes competed at Olympia, and where monasteries at Meteora cling impossibly to stone. Mountain roads, small villages, shared meals, and quiet Read more
11 December 2025
Our final day in the Peloponnese begins with a visit to iconic ancient rock ruins before a stop-over to see a big cut into solid rock accomplished by human engineering, not gods. We load up and head east.
Our Swiftie zips into the peaceful, green Greek countryside. Undaunted, fearless, scoffing at these crazy Greek drivers. “Eat my dust,” declares Swiftie.
Swiftie believes Stop signs indicate the need to stop. White lines indicate road lanes.
All those mini-chapels along the roadsides hint at the number of foolish drivers who passed cars while going uphill and around blind corners. Generally, two lane roads indicate just that – two lanes. Swiftie refuses to be intimidated.
Our destination is simple and less than 15 miles north. We visit two remarkable sites that lie not far apart, yet span centuries of Greek history—the Heraion of Argos, one of Greece’s oldest sanctuaries dedicated to the goddess Hera and the legendary citadel of Mycenae, home to Agamemnon and the heroes of Homer. It promises a day where myth and stone, legend and landscape, all converge under a bright Greek sun.
(more…)10 December 2025
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.
(more…)Our Greek saga has reached the tetralogy stage. We awake to the driest streets in days, cloudy but I can see forests and rocks.
I see what resembles blue in the dawn sky. Puddles have diminished and sheets of water no longer run through our streets.
At least for now.
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