We came downstairs.
GAB's feather took us on a six mile village to village hike in Mt. Pelion.
For whom the bell tolls. I now know that is for the dogs. The bell rings on the half hour and the Greek dogs can ALL bark in between the gongs. ALL night! Folks with hearing aids removed for slumber tend to be disbelievers of that fact.
Village drinking water comes down from mountain streams, then it is miraculously delivered to fountains of all sizes located everywhere. We learned this at dinner when we watched the waiter fill our water pitcher.
Drinking water source; the same as in Peru. GAB says that it was the cattle in Peru that caused her Giardia troubles. We have seen no livestock anywhere. (so far)
Finding fences and fragrant flowers all along our path.
The taggers have not spared the mountains. In a few more years they will have colorfully covered all of Greece, not just Athens.
Stopped at the highest most cafe for Tzatzik and some bread. Sadly, that is all that we could order since we were scraping for our last Euros. Forced economy travel when plastic is no longer golden (accepted) and Euros tend to evaporate.
Now re-energized, we climbed up the very steep cobbles into thin air reaching our summit; the highest building in the village. The rooftops in the villages use artfully chiseled slate. Sitting atop many of the chimneys are carved stone animals or
stylized black metal birds.
At mile post 5 (imaginary) there's a donkey waiting to carry me back the rest of the way. Yay! Actually we declined the use of donkeys in Santorini and did once again for fear of falling off, my being too heavy for the beast, or possibly soiling the clean jeans. (white) There was cable car in Santorini, but just my two feet today.
Leaving Skopelos
