There are two actual streets in Delphi worth mention. Our hotel is on one of them, and the Archaeological site is on the other one. We walked there. Although the distance was not that great, I think a lot of people in out tour group are looking forward to the cooler island temperatures later in the trip.
Our visit to this place started with a guided tour through the museum. We had a bona fide art historian talking us through the place, and we could all tell that she had a firm grasp of the subject matter- above and beyond some of the other tour guides. Many of them read from paper. Some of them were clearly new to it. Our lady spoke of the statues like they were old friends she had known for years, and she spoke about the site as though it was her childhood backyard. She was very good at her job. My only complaint was that she wasn't at all aggressive in quieting down less well-informed people. I guess it's tour guide courtesy.
Here was a particularly decent Delphi selfie with some good background:
Cas and I made it up all the stairs and saw many things in their states of disrepair. There had been some great effort made to restore the treasury building from the old city, and you could tell they did the best job they could do.
It was about 95 degrees with plenty of direct sunlight, and we climbed a lot of stairs, so when we got back to the hotel, it was time to scrub our feet (we have some pretty great walking sandals, but the feet get dirty). After that, we went to the hotel lobby and grabbed a glass of Ouzo each. They are 2 Euro, which is about $2.20 with the current exchange rate, so our bar tab was under five bucks. Unheard of. After that, we went to join the group for dinner. We had a beautiful meal. I had goat.
When Cas and I got married, he joked that he wanted a dowry from my parents. Nothing big- just a goat and a few chickens. This became a running gag. My parents placed flat cardboard barnyard animals on our house while we were off getting married, and we we got back to our house, there were two chickens, a cow, a donkey and a rooster. No goat.
Cas remarked at the lack of goat.
No goat.
When we had our reception, Mom made a card for him with a picture of a goat on it. There was an old Eastern block looking woman in a head scarf saying, "I know you wish for goat. Here is goat." Open the card, and viola- a goat.
Cas retaliated. He wrote out a thank you card like you do after a wedding. I delivered it personally to my parents. He wrote, "Thank you for goat. Is good goat."
So, when I ordered my meal today and the plate arrived, I tried the goat. I looked at Cas and said, "Is good goat."
He was amused.
Anyhow, I pretty much had to stay up late enough to tell that story. I can will my eyes to stay open for something I consider a good laugh.
On to Nafplio tomorrow. More then.
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