Greece

Syros

I went to Greece! This has been on my travel wish list since I was a teenager, but this particular trip was a bit of an impulse. I decided to experiment with taking a trip with a tour company all by myself, without knowing anyone at all on the tour. The company is Road Scholar, once upon a time known as "Elder Hostel". Their thing is old Americans that have intellectual curiosity, so their programs include an educational element, not just gawking and shopping. 

My cabin had a small balcony!
Also a very comfortable bed.

Road Scholar has chartered a small(ish) cruise ship for the next few years, and in line with their approach, they refer to it as their "floating campus". So there were about 200 passengers aboard, larger than the ship I took to Iceland but orders of magnitude smaller than regular cruise ships. They divided us in advance into groups of about 25, based on one of two activity levels we could select in advance, with a Greek guide. It was all old people, and I was surprised (but shouldn't have been) that I was on the young end of age distribution. Thanks to my conditioning work, I was also at the more fit end, though not at all alone in my abilities.

The first night, we had a welcome aboard talk in the lounge. We learned that contrary to plans, instead of staying in Athens and touring the Acropolis the next day, we were instead setting sail to the island of Syros, which had been scheduled for our last day aboard. They swapped out the two days because of a planned general strike in the country - much of what we wanted to see in Athens wouldn't be available. I was happy at their flexibility and responsiveness!

About halfway up the steps in Syros

There were two restaurants on board, one a sit down dining room and the other a buffet. (It turns out they served the same food in both.) That first night, I walked myself down to the fancy dining room, where there was a line and a person doing the seating. I told him, "I'm on my own, but would love to be joined to a table with others." He sent me to a round table for eight, where there ended up one couple and the rest single people on their own like me. Good conversation! People are really interesting! 

The ship cast off some time during dinner, and arrived at the island of Syros very early the next morning. We met with our groups for the first time, and were issued "whisper devices". These are a very good idea, especially with old people. They are basically low-power radio receivers that fit over one ear, with the group leader having the only transmitter and microphone. It made it much easier to hear what Antonis was saying, while maybe wandering a few feet away and looking at something else. 

So we went around the port town of Syros, which was actually built in the nineteenth century by refugees from other Greek islands who were displaced by the fighting against the Ottoman Empire as Greece emerged as an independent country. We only went a couple of miles total, with a few hills. Everything was interesting! After lunch, I returned to the town alone with my camera and toiled up the hill into the oldest part of town and to the church on top. There were warrens of streets and narrow alleys with stairs the only way to reach many destinations. I lost myself in the picture taking, loving the shapes and textures of light. 

Iconic Mykonos

Before dinner that night and almost every night, there was a session in the lounge, recapping the current day and previewing the next. I joined a group of single women in the lounge, and we ended up eating dinner together. More interesting stories!

The next day was Mykonos! My parents had been to Greece in 1967 and my mother had raved about Mykonos. That's when it went on my wishlist. She said the light was like no other place on earth. 

Iconic Windmills

The light was certainly great. This place has the classic whitewashed stucco with brightly painted wood trim that is iconic of the Greek islands. But according to our guide, nobody goes to Mykonos anymore because it's too crowded. We were the off season, and that meant we could make our way through the tiny twisted alleys of the old town just fine, but nearly everything, from restaurants to boutiques, were closed. I was enthralled with the romantic images. But the high end names on the various closed-for-the-season shops indicates how high end the season must be. But beaches! We didn't see them, they were on the far side of the island, but that would be my suggestion for an in-season visit, rather than the crowded town and shopping.

Me learning from the trip photographer

When our tour was over, we had the rest of the day and night to explore the town on our own. I fell in with another group of women to eat lunch in one of the few open restaurants, and somehow the conversation turned to death. Widows all, they each had gripping and heartbreaking stories of lost family members, children and siblings and spouses. At one point, they turned to me. "Do you have a traumatic death story you want to share?". "Not that I want to share" I said. 

After lunch, I had another solo session with my camera and scenery, very content. Dinner that night was with the same people from lunch, with a much more lighthearted conversation. The ship stayed put for the night.

Ruins on Delos

The next morning, very early we took a small local ferry boat to the nearby island of Delos. No-one lives on Delos, except for the watch cats, and a few rotating guards. The island was a sacred place in ancient times, and now the whole island is reserved as an archeological site. Our guide made the piles of rubble very relevant, describing the temples, the marketplaces, the life in the houses. Returning to Mykonos, we had another afternoon of photography before another dinner with the widows. 

A note on the cats: nobody claims to own cats, but they are well taken care of. People feed and water them everywhere, at least partially in acknowledgement of their important vermin control role. When our boat, the first of the day, pulled into Delos, a parade of cats, maybe twenty of them, came trotting down to the dock to greet us. They all had their tail sticking straight up in the air, very cute!

Mary's House?

The next day was Turkey! We put into a port city, and boarded buses to Ephesus, another ancient city partially excavated. Our first stop was a house that legend says Mary the mother of Jesus lived in, though documentation is sketchy and the most of the actual house is newer than her time. But John the Evangelist was definitely in Ephesus, and supposedly he would have been taking care of Mary. I think our guide made a good point when he said, "So many people are praying here, it must have power whatever the historical truth is."

Ephesus

Then we were off to the huge city of Ephesus, where there is a partially excavated site stretching for more than a mile along a hillside. Again, our guide made things come alive in a way that would have been hard to get on our own. One of the highlights is a collection of houses they have excavated and preserved by putting a roof over it, and putting ramps and skywalks to allow you to see things without damaging them. As an inveterate reader of historical fiction and fantasy based in the various vaguely Greek settings, I loved picturing life in these fairly large, several story high, houses.

The Houses at Ephesus

Dinner that night was with our small group, with our leader. We closed the restaurant down and I was exhausted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Italian architecture - Synagogue, Kos

The next day was the city of Kos, close to the mainland of Turkey. Our guide has a lot to say about the various occupations of the Greek islands throughout the tour. Kos was occupied by the Italians in the 1920s through World War II, and because an earthquake leveled much of the town during that time, the architecture of the rebuilt city clearly reflects their influence. The tour was to an ancient site dedicated to healing, and then a walking tour of the town. We had time to eat in a cafe and do a little low key shopping in this not-very-tourist oriented place.  Losing energy and with no date for supper, I ate alone in the buffet restaurant, much more quickly than the sit-down place would have been. Very early to bed.

Santorini ahead: note white clifftop cities

Recovered frescoes - Santorini

But I was up before sunrise the next morning to watch us coming into Santorini! I saw sheer cliffs capped with white, and it took a moment to shift from Iceland spotting of glaciers to understanding these were whitewashed stucco towns clustered on the edges of the cliffs. This time, we had to anchor out in the big bay and get on a small boat to a small dock on the island. We boarded buses and were off to another ruin and museum. The town of Akrotiri at the southern end of Santorini was covered by volcanic ash (just like Pompei) in an eruption in 1627 BCE, and so it is an exceptional snapshot and well preserved. A small portion has been excavated, and all of that has been covered over by a roof with walkways. The best and most fragile furnishings and decorations have been relocated to the museum, but again, it is fairly easy to picture the town the way it must have been. If there is only one archeological site you visit in Greece, this would be it. 

Clifftop views!

After the tour we had an opportunity to wander the cliff top town. Again, a lot was closed because of the season, but me with my camera was content. But I was tired, my head hurt, my nose was stuffed, my throat was sore, and I rode the cable car down to the boat landing to go back to the ship and lie down.

Next: An unexpected twist to the story!

I am hanging on for dear life here - scared of heights!
Also too tired to stand up straight.