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...
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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...
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Behind the bushes, a lonely structure on a distant island. |
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The gold and the green. |
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A small monument as a testament to a life ended. There are worse places to meet an end. |
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Strong winds warp wood. |
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Another angle of isolation. |
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The summit. |
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Gold and green and the road in between. |
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Summits wrong! |
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The nearby coastline. |
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Some man-made thing made by men. |
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A view from the summit. |
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A bitta pink for the girls. |
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The structure close-up; artistic and such. |
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