Ooooh, pretty
I mean, really, what else can I say?
Moving on in our pictorial…
Here is Syntagma Square where I drank my Nescafé frappés (now that I’m on my regular keyboard, I can do the accents). Later, I found out that it’s made from concentrate with tap water added. I found this out the hard way.
You can see one of the fortresses that mark Nafplio above the buildings on the right. I climbed the lower one… more on this tomorrow.
This is the church with the marching band, sans marching band.
In case you were thinking Nafplio wasn’t strategic enough, this is yet a third fortress, on an island in the harbor. It’s called Bourtzi and was built by the Venetians in the 15th Century. They also brought all the gelato.
Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.
Can you believe I came home?
Beautiful! The last picture is breathtaking.
Welcome home! I’m so jealous. Everything looks (and sounds) so beautiful and wonderful.
Third picture makes me long to go back to San Francisco. 🙂
What, no volcanic eruptions? No molten lava?
I’m disappointed. I guess it’s not like in the movies.
I think it’s time to bring you back to gastric reality and hit Virgil’s.
There’s no place like home, Auntie Em.
More pitchurs!!! (I’m from the South, ‘scuze the accent.)
Thanks, guys!
Billy, Greece was a lot like Virgil’s: mostly things I couldn’t eat that smelled great. No sweet tea, though.
GND, I was a way this weekend but more will be coming shortly!