Our days on Mt. Pelion begin with a sumptuous breakfast cooked and served by the owners of Amanita Farm where we are staying. We are so fortunate to have him serving us.
Last night we had an equally delicious dinner at “The Lost Unicorn,” under a vine covered pergola. Our friend, Claudie, told me the food was the highlight of her trip to Greece and so far I would say, “Yes!”
One of the challenges our group has faced is the different abilities of our group members to go up and down the hills in Athens and here on Mt. Pelion. Fortunately, we are adapting ourselves to our slowest travelers by learning to regulate our pumped-up nervous systems. I think we have a really understanding group of people with us, none of whom put seeing and doing over being and caring. That’s the world I like living in.
What’s also helping is Pheo, our traveling massage therapist, working out the kinks as these 50-65 year old bodies make their way around in 90 degree heat.
Every moment here is an opportunity to connect with oneself, the people on our trip, the ones we meet and, of course, the countryside. The smells in the garden are heavenly, the sounds of the crickets and birds are soothing and the feeling is one of “Go in and In” as the poet, Dana Faulds, writes.
Today is a “do nothing” day, a chance to wander, hike, write, meditate or sleep. Beth is receiving her massage, today, and I know she will be blissed out. I have no plan and I love it. My Indian Flute is by my side as I write this, but I’m just as likely to listen to the sounds of the morning.
