Detour on the Sacred Way

Got up really early so that we could shop for traditional theatrical masks on the way. Julia thinks they are made by inmates at a correctional facility near Corinth. George says they are probably made in China, by slaves. But Krys shelled out for at least twelve of the authentic ancient masks. She also bought me a small hand-painted vase (geometric period). Very sweet of her. Said it was a gift for locating a farmakeío that was open on Sunday. (I did finally find a place that would fill her anti-itch prescription without costing an arm and a leg.)


Krys, Julia, George and Hank... in jesting.

We did make it all the way to Elefsina in time to meet up with Hank and the others at the Eleusis archaeological site, only to remember that it is Monday. ΚΛΕΙΣΤΟ. No duh.

Krys said it was meant to be. That it was time to consult the Oracle. George said it might be better to consult wikipedia and get some reasonably useful info, but off we went on our detour to Delphi. Which was NOT closed today! Two car loads of us now... with Hank, the scenic designer Andrea, and what's-his-name the actor who will be playing Hades.


Delphi was SO amazing. Krys was right. We needed to go there. George was happy, really good cell reception way up in the mountains. Go figure. And Julia had an epiphany. Or at least that's what she kept saying on the long drive back down. She kept laughing and shaking her head. I'm sure it will all be made clear ... eventually.