Dateline: The Archeological Site of Delphi. We left Athens early in the morning on a bus and drove roughly three hours into briskly falling snow and thirty degree weather (that’s Zero Degrees Celsius for those of you keeping up with the Metric System). This snow was more of the fairy tale variety, and in no way resembled the blasted hellscape of the Texas Icepocalypse.

The snow turned back into slush and then just rain, as we pulled into the Archeological Site of Delphi. We all learned a lot, more so than any other excursion so far. For instance, this site is relatively new, as right up until the middle of the last century, there was a whole town atop the entire site. They had to move the town, with all of the people, to excavate the site. Fascinating.

I really wish you could get the full effect of a site with photography. I guess the best artists can do it. The rest of us piddle along as best as we can. But the enormity of the place and the complexity of the site can’t adequately be shown. You can’t really appreciate the site until you walk it for yourself.

After climbing the Acropolis the day before, my legs were pretty shaky. I took one look at the steep hills, and the twisting paths going seemingly straight up along the mountain side, and I nearly gave up. I’m glad I didn’t.

The climb was tough; steep, deep steps, curved paths that pitched up sharply, and slick stones from the rain and snow created some problems for me and I nearly gave up a couple of times. I’m so glad I didn’t. I was exhausted, beat up, and winded from the elevation. But I made it to the top.

We spent a little time at the site, and then retreated back to the modern township of Delphi. There we were free to explore (such as we could; the town is tiny, a village, really). We celebrated with Greek coffee and later, after dinner, some more local beer.

We’re heading for the coast tomorrow. Another long day on the bus, but the next two days will be worth the trek. I hope my legs get a day to rest. But I’m not holding my breath.