I wake up disoriented. What time is it? Where am I?
Very far away from home. Surrounded by water.Oh, right.
Walking where the gods still sleep shallow under the surface of the land, I'm unnerved. And far from home, yes. I've never been this far from home in my life, and I understand why, now.
I am home, now. I learned a number of things, chief among them is that I can operate pretty well when I'm terrified out of my mind and extremely sleep-deprived, as long as there are bits and pieces of familiarity to cling to. The smell of my shampoo, a favorite necklace. Also, I learned that
sacred is a quality of light and place that never goes away entirely. I wish we'd spent more time on Delos; the weather was getting very rough, though, and the boat was wallowing through the waves back to Mykonos as it was.
Delfii was wonderful, when we got there, and it was a sheer relief after the head and teeth-rattling jangle that was Athens. Athens and I did not get along. At all. By the time we spent the last night in Athens, right before we went home, the city treated me a bit more nicely on the express condition that I
leave now thanks.
Crete was lovely, but I would have preferred to stay more in Heraklion instead of Chania. Heraklion was like an Athens that didn't hate me. Much.
Santorini was definitely my favorite island, though driving there was terrifying (par for the course in Greece) and it was still full of tourists. Beautiful, though. The cats ruled Fira, and the dogs ruled Oia. We swam in the ocean on a black sand beach, went to wineries, and drank a bottle of wine by the pool under the stars and the moon.
Mykonos was kind of eh; the streets twist and wind and it's almost impossible to get from point A to point B without going through the rest of the alphabet with a couple of detours into the Greek alphabet for good measure. Pretty, though we did get stuck there and the ferry ride back to the mainland was very, very rough.
Back on the mainland a little late, we stayed the night in Piraeus and then went to Nafplion, where we had the Best Hotel Room Ever. It had two levels, a couch, a foyer, an attached, stone-walled courtyard , and easily the best and prettiest bathroom we had in Greece. I am such a sucker for such things. (It was the Byron Hotel, Room 3, 80 euro a night which was a complete steal). Storm and Jen's room at the same place was tiny but similarly charming. Nafplion was probably my favorite city on the trip; small enough to be eminently walkable, with cool stuff nearby to see (including Palamidi Fortress, which we climbed up to--857 steps and then some later, it was the best exercise we got all trip).
I've posted pictures to
Flickr, and I'll post a couple of my favorites here. Also see
duckdaring's journal, who did a lot better job than I did at recording details of the trip.
The trip home was very, very long, and it happened to be on my birthday. Our plane sat on the tarmac in Athens for a couple of hours, and we barely made our connection in Philadelphia to Seattle, and our bags missed the plane. However, all of the bags have made it safely back (I had to pop over to the airport to grab one of mine) and after I finish with pictures and stuff I'll go unpack.
Oh, yes, and when I got home there were fresh-made birthday brownies, a Johnathan Coulton t-shirt, and a new monitor(!) waiting for me from my sweeties, who are very sweet indeed.
I am so happy to be home, with my loves and my bed and my cat and my dog, all of whom were very happy to see me. I thought Boone was going to fly apart at the seams, he was wagging his whole body so hard.