Volos and monasteries - day 32
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I’m not partial to getting up early, particularly to getting up early and hanging out with other people who might require conversation, but my habits are changing. I’m actually getting up early enough to watch us sail into port each day. The fact that breakfast is delivered to our cabin first and that the coffee is really good and really hot helps. Therefore by the time I leave the cabin to photograph the entrance to the port, I’m actually ready to be civil. My husband is hoping that my early morning cheerfulness will be permanent - we may have to have a conversation about the benefits of having coffee delivered to me when I get up. Anyway, the early morning photography has been wonderful.
Volos, Greece was beautiful as we sailed into port but it’s an industrial center so we weren’t planning on spending our day there.
We rode to Kastraki, a small village that sits at the foot of the strange rocks where seven currently-operating monasteries perch.
Even though James Bond had to arrive at one of these monasteries in a rope sling (I can’t remember which film - does anybody know?) we got to ride most of the way to them. There are a few steps required to get into Saint Stephen and a few more to get to The Metamorphosis but both are worth it for both the view and the treasures within. Saint Stephen is repainting its frescoes . When we were told they were new, my husband asked “How new?” and the nun - yes, Saint Stephen is a nunnery - said”Yesterday” Since they were unfinished frescoes, I can only assume that this is literally true. However, the museum of Saint Stephen has the most amazing collection of icons that I’ve seen in Greece.
The Metamorphosis or Great Meteoron is the monastery used in the Bond movie. I was glad James wasn’t there at the time because all women who visit the monasteries are required to wear skirts and I was wearing a “loaner” that looked like a 7th grade sewing class project gone bad. James would not have been impressed.
I managed to keep my lovely-skirted-self out of photos as I ran around photographing rocks and monasteries. In fact I’ve never ended up with so many rock photos in my life. I won’t tell you how many, but it’s almost embarrassing.
That night the ship had decided to counter the possible monastic influence of the monasteries by proclaiming Greek Temple night - which translated to Toga Night.
By the way, if anyone is wondering about the absence of photos, they will show up in the blog eventually. The wi-fi connection on the ship is not great but compensates by being expensive so I’ll upload photos and captions after I get home.