What a bunch of plan-smithing professionals we are. "Let's take a leisurely drive north through Italy. Oh yes, Naples, please. And the Apennines. Oh, I've wanted to visit Assisi for years."
"All right. Let's do that. Probably some other time."
A message on our mobile phone from the distant and yet so beloved Koroni makes us change our plans in a flash, book the ferry to Patras and look forward to Hella. We are allowed to look after a house in Koroni for 4 weeks. Oh yes, and there's a cat too.
feed cuddle! To make things even easier, Heiner sends us pictures of the house, of his terrace and of Mohrle. However, right away with the note: "Mohrle will stay in Koroni after your visit, that's for sure!"
After two busy days on the beach of Monopoli, we board the ferry in Bari, quite unspectacularly we get our tickets within 2 minutes, the ascent to the ship also takes only 3 minutes. We sort our collection of sim cards (travellers like us collect sim cards like other fridge magnets).
Unfortunately, we don't get a cabin, so we sleep on the almost empty ferry on the floor of the chair rooms in our sleeping bags (finally they are used!) and not much later, at noon the next day, we roll off the boat in Patras.
We are taking two students of environmental sciences with us for a while. They want to explore northern Greece from here and then hitchhike on to Albania. If you are reading this, we send our love! It was a pleasure to spend this hour with you.
It already starts on the ferry: we hear Greek. The language, of which we still don't understand a word despite a language course two years ago, sounds like music to our ears. We look at each other, smile and both feel at home.
In Patras we try to read the letters, but unfortunately our brain has forgotten many (all?) of them. Duolingo helps us out, but even if we now form the letters into words: We understand nothing. Nevertheless: The melody of the language is beautiful and we are looking forward like crazy to the next weeks here in the Peloponnese and especially to "our" Koroni.
As we drive along the Gulf of Corinth, it gets quiet in the car. "Now we really are in Greece, aren't we?" we think more than once. We are moved. Rejoice. We look around. We discover the first beloved Greek products in the supermarket, buy far too much feta (for our small fridge) and start our road trip with the typical spinach pockets and my beloved "coffee Ellenikós Metreó".
We are back! What a joy.
Merci for "travelling with us
These weeks we are travelling through Iran. It's possible that we won't be writing posts or that they will be delayed. We first have to see whether we have enough internet or reception and whether it is suitable for us to publish from the country. And whether we will even manage to write down all the fantastic impressions in time.
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