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An Intro to Italy, Ciao to Greece

By on February 18, 2013
We spent more time than expected in Patras, Greece waiting for the ferry, but it did give us a chance to a.) sleep in a restaurant parking lot and b.) find out how small a town of 200,000 can be.

I’ll make this short, as we’re playing catch-up at the moment with the blog. We had a brilliant send off, thanks to Dimitry and Daniela in Athens.

We made our way to Patra/Patras/Patrai (it’s listed as all three possibilities, so work with me) and found the scariest Bates’ Hotel looking hostel…Brrr.

He not only wanted to overcharge us, but have I mentioned how roach-encrusted it looked from the outside? Ikes.

So we found a restaurant on the outskirts of the city* and struck a deal of paying daily for electricity and water for our stay, plus having the added security of a fenced-in parking place.

They didn’t mention that Saturday nights in Greece is THE night out, that most people don’t even deign to step foot into a place until after 10 pm and they dance all night. It’s a weekly ‘thing.’ We were caught unawares the first time, but I decided to partake of the second Saturday.

All ages, all financial backgrounds, all-inclusiveness is the name of the traditional Greek attitude for enjoying themselves.

I was told several things: The Germans hated the Greeks, because the Greeks were too relaxed.

The Greeks can be penniless, but they’ll enjoy themselves to the fullest because it’s about living life, not counting change.

And the most famous local dance was called the Drunken God, where you basically slide back and forth with semi-precise footing while waving your arms like you’ve lost your balance.

The ferry ride to Brindisi, Italy was uneventful. An Intro to Italy, Ciao to Greece

It was beautiful, mostly quiet and we mostly slept through the midnight cruise. A day or so spent in Brindisi, and we’re now visiting Paola and Lavinia (hope I’m spelling them right-!) in Puglia.

It’s gorgeous. They have specialized housing, called ‘Trullo.’ Check out: Trullo Houses Italy. I’ll go into more details about these fascinating constructs later, but at the moment I’d like to finish up with:

It’s a quiet countryside, the kind where you can hear the neighbor’s dog from a few miles away. It’s calm. It’s an organic estate, I guess I’d say, designed with sustainable living in mind. I know a few people who’d fall in love with Paola’s house. That’s our catch up, to date. I’ve omitted some things- which I’ll get to in due time. Until then, ciao.
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    February 25, 2013

    Good catching up again 🙂 As always, love the photos, especially the one of the vehicle on the quiet , stone street 🙂 Getting to see all the places I dreamed of through your eyes…lucky me <3

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    melony candea

    February 25, 2013

    We love having you along. 🙂 It’s been interesting traveling, but Italy is more so just because it’s Armando’s homeland. We’ll be going from Sicilian family to Milanese. It’ll be an adventure, for sure. Grin.


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