METEORA!! Pulling into the train station at Kalambaka after a loooonnnggg-ass trip from enchanting Skopelos, I was immediately energized by the distant view of immense prehistoric rock formations jutting up behind a small town. Ridiculously breathtaking! I felt like I was smack dab in the middle of an episode of the Flintstones—from the slow, seemingly foot-powered train ride to the eerie sense that a brontosaurus might just walk in front of me and scoop me up with tiny head to carry me and my bags across the train tracks to my hotel.
I was tired. I left Skopelos at 7am and arrived around 2, went from ferry terminal to bus station and changed trains twice, used a useless overpass to cross the train tracks three times and then had to walk the long way around anyway, but I still could not wait to walk around this weird tourist town. I am so so glad I did, because …
I SAW A MONK BUCKET BEING LOWERED FROM THE SIDE OF A MONASTERY TOWER!!!
And, if that wasn’t overstimulating enough, I STUMBLED ON A MUSHROOM FESTIVAL!!! That’s right. A mushroom festival.
Okay, I’m exhausted from an overdose of monk stuff and mushrooms so I’m going to post more on Meteora tomorrow, after I’ve actually visited some monasteries, and then hopefully go back in time to finish up Skopelos.
