As I stepped off the ship today, it was clear that I had been here before and was making the same decision as last time. Staying here in port town of ~ 180,000 was preferable to heading off to Athens for just a few hours or spending a goodly part of the day riding around on a bus to view city, sights and history through a lens only a bit more clear than a television program.

the harbor

the harbor

Pireaus is ship chandleries, the smell of rotting fish, industrial equipment supply stores, broken streets and missing pavement sections. Empty store fronts on the ground floor of buildings facing the harbor abound like decaying teeth. Sea gulls compete with pigeons for scraps while smoking proprietors stand in doorways scouting for prospective customers. Cheap hotels and junk shops line the back streets near the docks.

the only interesting graffiti I found

the only interesting graffiti I found

As a cultural center, one can find domed Greek Orthodox Churches every few blocks well tended in sharp contrast to many of the other buildings. I counted at least five during my 20 minute stroll from our berth to the train station. This is a port city which bustles primarily with people in transit. Cars and trucks lined up for ferries, Busses and trains brining in thousands a day while transporting away similar numbers in return. Docks and berths for ferries claim almost all the available commercial docking space in this section from which you can travel to various tourist destinations in the Greek Islands or travel further afield to other countries in the area.


Having gotten my dose of land I headed back to the ship.

the Splendour

the Splendour


Last time I was here I , walked first to Lionshead Gate. This time I proceeded back to the terminal with my only purchase a postcard that should wind up adorning Miriam’s apartment wall with the rest of her collection.

All on board was 1630. Sundown is early this time of year.


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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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