So anyway, the weekend before last (see? old old mouldy news) I went a-traveling again. Monday was a bank-holiday (the day of the Holy Spirit), so my sister and I decided it was imperative to take advantage if it.
Saturday evening (my sister works Saturdays) we took the train to Lamia where our friend Angela unfortunately lives. (No one chooses to live in Lamia, they are either born there and know no better, or like my friend are forced to go there for work.) Lamia isn't too far, it's two to three hours by train.
We got there in time for a late night dinner and a little peak at the city's night-life. It was just as I thought it would be: uninspiring men and scantily clad girls tottering in high heels.
But of course no one actually wants to visit Lamia, so after a lazy breakfast of pancakes on Angela's marvelously huge terrace-balcony, we went a-traveling yet again. We squeezed into her authentic 1994 Mini Cooper (it's the only car that makes me feel so tall and fat!), and took the road to Volos.
It took us about three hours or so. The Mini goes so slow (and the windows rattle too) that out on the freeway even the Smarts passed us! The girls wanted to revisit a tiny beach they had discovered last July when they had gone camping in the little village of Lower Gazea. It truly was a tiny little strip of a beach, hidden behind a complex of newly built houses. It was just perfect! It filled my most important requirement: that we be completely alone. This early in the summer when I'm still ridiculously white and feel all chubby and awkward, the last thing I want is an audience to witness me in a bikini.
The sea was cold refreshing, and very clean, and the weather was constantly alternating between blue blue skies and short bursts of rain. And that was my first swim of the year! Afterwards we went to eat at the tiny adorable seaside village of Lower Gazea. It was practically empty and had only about three places to eat. We chose the one the village priest was sitting with company drinking ouzo and mezedes at. (Priests always know the best places to go.) All in all it was a lovely day trip. We returned late at night after one small mix up where we almost ended in Larissa instead of Lamia.
Next day we took the Mini to Kamena Vourla, an old-fashioned sea-side resort right next to Lamia. I had never been, and I must confess that it was much less decadent that I had imagined it would be. But maybe that was because it was till to early in the summer, and the weather was still alternating between rainy and sunny. Angela yet again managed to lead us to a beach that was practically empty, where we lazed in the sun and swam for a bit, until the sky turned overcast and scared us away.
And now I'm back in Athens, where it's hot and muggy and sticky and just plain awful. And it's not even really hot yet! *sigh* Two more months until my summer holidays.
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