My first full day in Greece was not terribly exciting. I mostly lazed about with walking and writing and resting. I didn't go into the town on Friday. I ended up going to the spa instead. The Alexander Beach Hotel is a fantastic place for doing next to nothing.
I finally relaxed. And then I slept for hours.
The next day found me up early to snag my big fat Greek breakfast and plenty of dark black coffee. I inquired at the front desk about what there was to see in town. I had done some internet research, but the desk people seemed to have some nice maps and information that I was not able to glean from the web. Indeed, they pointed out that there were several museums in town. Given the fact that it was still quite chilly, albeit sunny, a museum sounded great. As a matter of fact, there was an ecclesiastical museum that evidently housed quite a collection of Greek iconography and church artifacts. That has been for me one of the most delightful aspects of my life overseas, particularly in this area of the world... the amazing history of my faith is so accessible. Places that I can go and breathe in the echoes of believers over the centuries. Given the breakfast I had eaten, I was eager to make the 2 km walk to town to search out this museum. The town is not that large, I figured I would be able to find it fairly easily. Besides, walking is a great way to get the lay of a place, and to see things that you don't normally see from a vehicle. So I set out down the road to town.
I did find more of the curious little memorials on the side of the road. Some shabby and some a bit more ornate. Some dark, and some with a perennial light in them. They were quite sweet and easier on the heart (at least for me) than the typical white crosses you see on the side of the roads in the US. I rather like the idea that no one comes to tear these down. They really would require some investment and tending.
There were skeletons of former seaside resorts... empty and broken down. I imagined running one of these, restoring it to its former splendor and catering to the Greek and Turkish tourists that surely must flock to this place in the summer to escape the untenable heat and noise of the cities.
As I approached town, I could spot Greek churches up streets, and shoppers scurrying about in and out of shops. Nearing the central area, I followed the map the hotel had given me, looking for a readable street sign that would give me a clue as to where the museum was. I dropped into a coffee shop, but the girl behind the counter did not recognize what I was looking for. I imagine between her broken English and my non-existent Greek, there was something lost in the communication. I did finally find a nice lady on the street who noticed that I was puzzled and she asked if she could help me. She steered me down a couple of lights and told me where to turn. Soon enough I spied a large orange colored church and what looked to be a museum next door.