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Earthquakes in Kalampaka

Imagine sleeping soundly. ‘Mermaid’s hand grabs my leg while yelling, “Earthquake!” I jump awake, staring at her blankly. She asks, “Did the earthquake wake you up?” I reply, “No, you yelling ‘earthquake’ did.” I laid awake for a moment thinking. Then it dawned on me, “Oh, we are surrounded by these giant rocks!” I fell back asleep shortly after. I wasn’t too worried, apparently. According to the girls, there were little tremors though out the night.

View from Hotel at Dawn

I woke up incredibly sore, like everyone else. I was out of the Hotel by 6:30. ‘Boots’ and I took a hike to see the sun rise over the valley. It was worth waking up early. We walked on the first trail, not realizing it was the wrong one. After stumbling across these bee farms to make honey, it was time to go. We were being swarmed with bees. At times it was difficult to walk. Only because I was swatting and shaking my head to get rid of the bees.  We found the correct trail and started to hike.  It is funny how the hike down can be more painful than the hike up. The hike down, my legs were stretching with every step. Owe! Breakfast was amazing, as always.

Dawn Hike

The rest of the day was lazy. Everyone seamed to be napping, relaxing, and/or doing laundry. A couple people from the group left mid afternoon to take another hike. Everyone else from the first hiking group were too busy sleeping or recovering from the first day. They seamed to have a great time on the hike. The next day we were leaving for the big bus day to Nafplion, so everyone had to pack up to go.

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Perriann Hodges

I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.

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