Those Greeks really knew what to do in a zombie apocalypse.

This is why I'm LOVING the Mediterranean and surrounding waters.

Today was the last day in Nafplio.

It feels as though it’s been months since I have seen the states, but really, I wouldn’t mind living here, learning the language, and making my way through Greece. Or, really, all Europe, for that matter. It’s not that I think a gypsy lifestyle would be idyllic; more that I think I could make it here, if I worked a lot of dead end waitressing jobs and lived in low-income housing until I wrote or painted or created a masterpiece.

Today was the last day in Nafplio, and the first in which we visited the beach. It was a stone beach (unlike the black sand on Santorini), and the water was so clear that you could see where the shelf dropped off into sea. Adriatic, I think. I’m not certain. I could smell the salty water, and there were few enough people that we could lounge without even having to try and find the best place to enjoy the beauty of it (and it was probably not even the length of a football field).

The stones looked like they were made of marble (which wouldn’t surprise me) and we had to do a little bit of adventuring the figure out the right way to go, anyway. We ended up sidling along a wall on the way back (on the way there, we took a longer way), like in the video games, and found a snail graveyard full of gorgeous shells (none of which I grabbed because I was more afraid of them breaking.)

After which we passed Antica Gelateria di Roma (a fantastic gelateria in Nafplio; I highly recommend it if you ever go) and grabbed what may be my last gelato of the trip (though, considering, I did have it three days in a row); and around 10:30 we left for Olympia.

Which is… well, it’s like every other place in Greece, except with more seclusion. It’s beautiful, with flowers everywhere and flower petals dying in the streets, motorcyclists and tourists and camera shops and tall, slim evergreens. Tile roofs and stucco walls, restaurants that sell Traditional Greek Food! and No Service Charge (which is a lie, because the bread they bring to your table isn’t free). It’s beautiful, and it’s fun, and, today, at least, it’s empty. I walked through streets and could feel the silence in the stores. One of the shop owners followed us into his own store as we perused the different restaurants (eventually stopping in Zeus, which was the cheapest, and had Serbia-Ghana on the TV); that’s how empty it is.

Serbia lost. 1-0, Ghana.

I really want to watch Up again…