Cretan Trail of Tears
Trip Start
Sep 07, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 09, 2008
The schedule said we were to leave Phaestos, and walk fifteen minutes around the corner to Agia Triada (EYE-ah tree-AH-dah). Heh. We walked. We trudged. We climbed. We cried. We dragged. We moaned. We hoofed. We walked some more. What felt like a very long time later, we finally reached Agia Triada. The toes on my left foot were numb and sores had formed under my skirt where my thighs had painfully rubbed, but we made it.
Agia Triada was where the stone sarcophagus we saw in the museum had been found. Three weeks ago on the second walking tour, the men had taken a picture of all the young women in the program. Here at Agia Triada, the women demanded a photo of all the young men together. They posed with their Patron Saint between them among the ruins of the ancient villa.
Agia Triada was where the stone sarcophagus we saw in the museum had been found. Three weeks ago on the second walking tour, the men had taken a picture of all the young women in the program. Here at Agia Triada, the women demanded a photo of all the young men together. They posed with their Patron Saint between them among the ruins of the ancient villa.

