Magic Times 50
Trip Start Jul 22, 2013
12Trip End Sep 14, 2013
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The modern era of Monemvasia started around 50 years ago when Andreas' aunt and her then boyfriend, now husband, started working on what is called the Carter house as architects. This I remember because I loved that house
Now that you have an idea as to what I was about to walk into, circle back to the end of a long and funny bus ride south as we pull up to the gates of this castle, disembark and walk into this magical place. We made our way up through the cobblestone main drag to the hotel which was more like a funny little hobbit town with rooms stacked all over each other. As we had the place almost exclusively to ourselves, it became our little village. It was incredible… but I won’t lie and say there weren’t some aspects of it that challenged me. I have gotten a little spoiled over the years, a little set in how I like things if you will, and yes, I can be wildly sociable but I have always needed my own little space to run back to and recharge. I think it is a product of being a farm kid where we had lots of wide-open space to always call our own and plenty of room to run off and romp when the mood struck us. Anyways, I was sharing a room with two wonderful, special guys but you know, special or not, it was really sharing. For me at least. They had to walk through my section of the room to get to theirs. The bathroom was dark and small. Bathroom time is very important to me. It is my downtime. I am in the habit of taking long showers where I do most of my thinking. Despite the fact that I still haven’t learned to ever make my hair look quite brushed, I relish in covering myself with a ridiculous number of girly lotions and potions and perfuming myself to some working semblance of feminity
…I want to stop here and say one thing. The rules I made for myself when I decided to do this were that I would take no more than one hour a locale, that I would write totally stream of consciousness, that I would allow for no editing (as I type or after the fact) and that I would be totally truthful. All of that is to say that I don’t relish in sharing my inability to digest Feta or to live communally. I really don’t. These are my crazy human things. I don’t want you to know about them. Furthermore, the inclusion of these things in this journal only reflects my adherence to the rules as stated previously and not to any lack of gratefulness or appreciation or sheer awe over the incredible, once in a lifetime trip that this was. What is reflects is my lunacy, but that is what travel does. It shakes those things up. It breaks them lose. So yes, sometimes I have and will focus on the bits that were a challenge but I want to be very clear that it is not because there is more bad than good and, god knows, not because I have anything to complain about, but because those are the spots where you learn something about yourself
Okay, again now, circling back to what actually matters. Yes, I was tired and hungover and not put together in the least and didn’t have all the quiet time I needed and I had a Feta baby and it was all very flustering and disarming as flustering and disarming things go and so, not just regardless of all of the aforementioned, but, likely in large part because it, the next few days were, through my happy, sleepy haze, totally, again, magical. Diving off the rocky portello into the ocean for sunrise and a special midnight swim. Walking up to the old city at the top of the rock and having the chance to tour the inside of Monemvasia’s Agia Sofia. Eating sea urchins right out of the ocean caught by this very cool totally feral guy whose team I want to be on in the event of any sort of apocalyptic scenario. Laughing with a great group. Some of the best deep diving conversations I have had in I can’t even remember how long. Moonlight guitar sing alongs. Star gazing. An hysterical, joyful, love filled (and too rowdy for some restaurant owners) 50th birthday dinner to end all dinners. A trip to a picture perfect Greek beach in picture perfect Greek fashion (by which I of course mean seemingly disastrous at points but that worked out beautifully in the end). Learning to swim while holding a Vergina. All of this organized, orchestrated and covered by my amazing friend to share his world with us and give us the time of our lives during HIS birthday celebration. Who does that?
Even if I could properly describe every aspect of every wonderful fun thing or experience that was shared I couldn’t possibly do it justice
And look at that. This is my first journal entry where I am about to run out of time because I found it so hard to try and put into words and I still feel like I did the Vergina tour not even half of the justice it deserved! I guess all I can say is that I am brimming over with excitement and love and gratitude… and much thanks to a most incredible host and friend for such an amazing time. My proverbial cup runneth over.