This morning Lainee and I got up early and went for a long walk. The walk we tried to do when the wind was howling about a week ago. Today we made it all the way to the little church I’d set as our destination. The weather was warm but not hot, there was very little traffic early on an Easter Sunday, ideal for a walk which needed us to walk on the road for a section.
This is the little church I wanted to visit. It was built after the tragedy of September 2000 when the ferry Express Samina hit the Portes, two big rocks outside the port of Paros. The Portes are like the gateway to Paros and have always meant a lot to me. When I haven’t been to Paros for years and I see the Portes as the ferry approaches I get goosebumps and feel overwhelmed by emotion.
Today seemed like a great day to pay respects to all those who lost their lives that night. There’s a plaque set into the stone wall in memory of the souls who died from drowning or by being tossed against the rocks below the church. It was late at night and the sea was really rough. Mom said that most bodies washed up on those rocks, which is why the church was built there.
Its a really rough coastline along there, getting the full blast of the southerly winds, but beautiful scenery. Lainee and I walked down to a couple of the little bays and over the rocky hills to explore and enjoy the fresh morning.
If there’s one thing I absolutely love about greek waters is the colour and clearness of them.
I’m not sure how long the walk is… Mainly cause I have a step counting app on my phone which has stopped working properly. We walked for about 1.5 hours, pausing to take photos now and then, collect a bit of driftwood… Got home and I’d apparently done something like 430 steps.
I think I better remove the app and find another one which will work properly. If I’m going to go to the trouble of counting steps and klms walked, I want to feel proud of myself at the end of it!