Last weekend we ventured up into the mountains and to Delphi, which ancient Greeks thought was the center of the world. It certainly was special anyway!
On the advice of our Greek teacher, we stayed in a small beach town called Galaxidi. We stayed at a lovely little bed and breakfast in an old sea captain's house (here, called ahrontiko). They even made their own jams! It was a great breakfast.
Then we made our way up to Delphi. The ruins are pretty much, well, ruined, but we were able to use our map to imagine what it must have been like thousands of years ago.
Teri was on a mission to find exactly where the oracle sat when she gave her prophecies. We thought it must be up up up the mountain in a cave or something, but, after exhausting ourselves climbing up the hillside in the sun, the park guide told us that she sat in the Temple of Apollo. Oh well. We were in a hurry to get back to Athens to meet a friend for dinner, so we hustled up the "Sacred Way" at Delphi and then literally speed walked down to the Temple of Athena. It was a good way to work off remnants of the previous night's celebration.
