To get to Delphi, hidden away up in the mountains, we drove across a valley full of olive groves and steeply up into the hills to the site.
There we toured the museum first to see artifacts taken from the digs at the sanctuary.
This model shows the site, with the huge Temple of Apollo, and the street leading up to it lined with treasuries, where the offerings from various city-states were stored. Some of these treasuries became so full, that older offerings were buried, thus preserving them for us to see now.
These little "votive" or offering figures were made c.1400-1050 B.C. This is the Mycenaean period.
The evolution of the tripod and it's ceremonial attachments, in the 7th century B.C.
Decorative mythological figures, and our tour guide.
A bronze charioteer.
And then we began the climb ourselves steadily up hill to the temple.
An omphalos, a "navel of the earth" marking what was thought to be the center of the earth at that time.
One of the Treasuries.
Fall blooming crocus, natives here.
We were short on time, but about ten of us pressed on after the guide and the rest of the group turned back. We knew we were going to be late back to the bus, but we were not going to be denied another stadium. Here, above all the rest, was this huge race track!
Then we hurried back, as best we could, over stones and cobbles, back down through the treasuries and temples, having made our offering - to ourselves!
A short bus ride took us down the mountain to the new village of Delphi, built in the 1860's when archaeological work began on the ancient site. We had coffee and baklava here at a cafe with this view. We had once again earned our break.
The drive back down to the port revealed more countryside views.
We walked around the port a bit before returning to the ship for a late lunch and an early sail away.
We sailed west into the sunset, and under the Rio-Antirio Bridge.
We would now be headed for Rome.
But it was Halloween! On board ship the crew had decorated with wonderful carved pumpkins!
I thought maybe I could dress up as the Pythia, the Oracle. I could just throw on a few scarves over my long black dress. After all I am a woman over 50 of blameless character and I can talk gibberish when I need to.