I slept in. Slept til 9:30. Yes, that's sleeping in for me. It felt amazing.
Decided to hit up a few monasteries. Grabbed some water, headed out.
So you know when you're packing for vacation and you don't know what kinds of clothes to bring? Can't be just me with that problem. But inevitably, I end up overpacking. Even though all of my belongings fit into a backpack, I brought too many things. I did not foresee that for 12 days in a row, I'd be wearing the same pair of jean shorts. But that's how it goes.
I drive up the hill and decide to just stop at whichever monastery I reach first. First up was actually a nunnery. I park, walk up to the sign displaying the hours and also written is, "Please dress modestly." Um. Jean shorts. Nothing less modest than jean shorts and a tank top. I wondered just how serious they were about this. I mean, I was already there. Maybe I could play the dumb-American card? So I climbed the steps. I passed a literal busload of women, all wearing full length skirts and tops with their shoulders covered. Damn it. I kept climbing just the same. Maybe I could just quickly pop in, pop out?
I got to the top. And there was yet another sign demonstrating modesty. It showed a woman in a full length dress with her shoulders covered. This is not what I was wearing, not even a little bit. So, out of respect, I did not go into the nunnery. Instead, I took a few pictures and headed back to my hotel for a costume change. I did bring one skirt with me. But it hits at about the knee. So I decided full length jeans was the best bet. Wrong again.
Got to the next monastery. Skirts were required for women. I paid for my ticket and grabbed a skirt out of a giant pile they have waiting for people like me.
Photography is not allowed within the chapel part of the monasteries. But below are a couple examples to give you an idea of what it was like. The walls are covered floor to ceiling with frescoes. Deep blues, reds, yellow, gold. The ceilings are domed and beautiful wooden doors and seats have been intricately carved. My favorite part was the lighting. Metal chandeliers hang from the ceilings... sometimes with dragons on them? The room smells of incense and Greeks kiss placards and genuflect. I sat for a while in one of the chapels, taking it all in. In my rented skirt.
Okay. I have thoughts and feelings about the whole skirt thing. I get it. And I respect it as a cultural whatever. But, let's move on, folks. The lord has seen me naked. While Daisy Dukes are not appropriate in most of life, forgive me father, sometimes I'm inappropriate. Also, while it showed that men should be wearing full length pants, many of them were wearing shorts. Double standards. It's not like they stopped with a sign that said, "Skirts and pants." No, just skirts.
I went to another monastery and they gave me a shawl to put on my shoulders. Heaven forbid the lord see my friggin shoulders. "You must be careful of the shoulders," the man said. Must I?
Yes, customs are customs. But I don't always like or agree with them. So after one failed nunnery and two skirt-filled monasteries, I called it a day and went back for some more grilled feta.
Prior to the 1920s when convenient stairs were built for easy access, monks and nuns used rope ladders to access the monasteries. Scary as all shit. Additionally, how do you think they managed to get things up and down? They have a net. And as this is still the best way to lift things up and drop back down, this is still in used today.
After feasting again at the same restaurant with delicious feta, I headed back to the hotel and enjoyed a rainy afternoon inside. Luckily the rain cleared up in time for another sunset. When I got to my rock, I was the only one there for about 20 minutes. I enjoyed the solitude with birds chirping and a gentle breeze blowing.
I pulled over at one point to take a picture of the rocks. And I was not in a designated parking zone. They take that seriously because you're driving on winding roads with blind corners. So while I'm outside of my car snapping a few shots, I hear a car pull up. When I look over to see who it is, low and behold, it's the cops. Um, I did not have my international driver's license with me at the time, so I panicked. I waved nervously, and got back in my car and went on my way. They did not stop me. Phew.
Skip to later. I'd purchased a couple of Mythos to enjoy while I watched the sunset. After the sun set, I was taking my empties back to the car to make my way back to the hotel for the night. And then I see a cop car blocking my black rental in. UGH! Luckily they were just giving another guy a ticket, but I hung back while they finished up and just hoped that they weren't making a routine stop checking everyone's credentials.
Short story short, I never had a run-in with the police, thankfully.