Today I continue my account of Preveza after a second outing to this location of pristinity. Beyond the beach is a village called Mitikas, which rests beyond a slight acclivity. The views from this area are phenomenal. Being at a complete deficit when it comes to knowledge of a botanical nature, any comment I make about the environment and nature will be in the form of an obtuse commentary. For example...
|A lit match.|
Just look at that lean! It's pretty beastly for a tree!
On a slightly more serious note, there were many interesting trees just like this one; resembling lit matches that nobody has the right to put out. Strong winds warp and bend the tree trunks on this summit leaving everything wind-swept and wonderful.
Like the majority of Greece, there was an abundance of golds and greens that brought a relaxing warmth as the scenery became absorbed into my flesh. Yet another place that has the ability to soothe me on such a level that I no longer mar the world around me, but marry it. This country has bored its way into my heart. Leaving it will be difficult, but I know that one day I will return to reignite these memories that I will crave to be living once more.
Also, the sea was just lovely.
To be continued...
|Behind the bushes, a lonely structure on a distant island.|
|The gold and the green.|
|A small monument as a testament to a life ended. There are worse places to meet an end.|
|Strong winds warp wood.|
|Another angle of isolation.|
|Gold and green and the road in between.|
|The nearby coastline.|
|Some man-made thing made by men.|
|A view from the summit.|
|A bitta pink for the girls.|
|The structure close-up; artistic and such.|