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Friday, June 11, 2021

My Big Fat Greek Vacation: Day Three - Wonder

The day began hot and sunny and somewhat late, so we grabbed a cab up to the Acropolis.  It's about a half-hour walk from the hotel, but I've been having issues with arthritis in my hips, and knowing that we'd be climbing around the rest of the day, we decided to play it safe. We checked with the staff at the front desk about distances and routes and finally got to meet George, with whom K had been corresponding regularly about the finer points of our stay. He pointed out sights on the map, carefully marking the location of the hotel and noting that in certain areas, we should be careful of pick-pockets. Duly warned, we set off.

Our Monday morning cab driver, as has each driver we have encountered in Athens, generously offered to provide us a tour of the city, rather than merely delivering us to our desired destination. Not only that, but for a very reasonable sum of something like 200 Euros apiece, we could have a half-day trip to the Temple of Poseidon, on the coast, and watch the sunset from there. He was concerned when we declined that we would regret it, and he let us out of the cab still shaking his head: were we sure? we would love it, he was certain. He pressed his card into K's hand before speeding off. It was our first introduction to the delightfully entrepreneurial, enterprising, and hospitable nature of the Greek people. 

The Acropolis sits on top of a limestone plateau, with a sheer stone cliff sides of around 100 feet. Because it also has natural springs, it has been a fortress and place of worship since the beginning of recorded history. Before the Greeks, it was occupied by the Mycenaeans, who built a fortress here around 1400 BC. Athena, the patron goddess of Athens has been worshipped here since about 800 BC.  In 480 BC the Persians invaded and took over the area, burning the existing structures to the ground. When the Greeks retook the area and later rebuilt, they used the burned rubble as fill - which ultimately preserved those earlier remnants. The existing structures were built as a cohesive project between 450-400 BC. When the Romans later occupied Athens, they made a few expansions, added some ego-boosting statutes (I'm talking to you, Agrippa!), and generally made use of the temples for their own pantheon of gods. 

Interestingly, the buildings were constructed using paid labor, not slave labor. The architects and sculptors, laborers and surveyors were free men. (It is possible that slave labor was used in the quarries where the marble was obtained.)

Odeon of Herodes Atticus 

Odeon Of Herodes Atticus from above



As we rounded the hill and began the climb, we first encountered the Odeon of Herodes Atticus - an ancient theater that has been updated and currently hosts events. It was originally built by the Romans in 161 AD, so it's relatively new compared to the rest of the Acropolis!  The marble seats/steps were added in the 1950's. 




As we entered the terrace where we could purchase tickets, a crowd of registered tour guides began to hail us. In Greece, only registered/certified tour guides are authorized to give tours at the historic sites. We chatted with an elderly woman guide who told us her entire life story before deciding to proceed unguided. (We have not yet met an introverted Greek. I'm sure they must exist, somewhere.)

The sheer scale of the Acropolis complex is astonishing. Walking on the original marble steps, slippery with age, is humbling. It is also disturbing to consider how Britain (and France, to a lesser degree) plundered this site. 

The Acropolis includes a number of structures: the Beule Gate (Roman construction), the Propylaea, which is the entranceway, the Temple of Athena Nike, the Pantheon, the Erecthium, and others.



The Beule Gate



Entering through the Propylaea, you feel a sense of anticipation and grandeur - which was certainly the intention.

To the right of the Propylaea, just before you enter it, is the smaller, square Temple of Athena Nike (Athena Victory). It held a wooden statue of Athena, which was worshipped by her cult. 

Temple of Athena Nike from the Propylaea steps

Temple of Athena Nike- front view



The Propylaea





As you climb through the Propylaea, you emerge onto the "top" of the Acropolis proper. What you would have seen, in its heyday, was a 30 foot tall statue of Athena the Warrior (Athena Promachos), whose gold-tipped spear was supposedly visible to sailors coming into the nearest harbor. The statue has long since disappeared and no one knows what happened to it. 


Site of Athena Promachos


Ahead lies the Parthenon - the largest and finest temple of its kind. The architects used tricks to deceive the eye into seeing it straight and level on the approach, even though it is slightly tilted inward. The sculptures that once adorned it were breathtaking. It is hard to imagine the skill and craftsmanship that created this temple which still exists more than 2500 years later. Ham-handed attempts at restoration in the late 19th and early 20th centuries caused damage, and now restoration efforts are trying to remediate that damage as well as further preserve the remaining structure.





The Parthenon was dedicated to Athena the Virgin, and her cult was based here. 

The Erechtheion sits across from the Parthenon, and encloses the the most holy site at the Acropolis: the spot where Athena and Poseidon battled over rulership of the city. Poseidon's trident struck stone and a spring of water burst forth, but Athena's sword yielded an olive tree. An olive tree has stood in this spot at least since 900 BC. Inside, there were two "cellae" or worship areas - one for Athena Polias (Protector) and one for Poseidon. The Porch of the Caryatids is the most recognizable part of the Erechtheion. Lord Elgin, in his looting of this site, stole one of the caryatids which is among the "Elgin Marbles" at the British Museum. 

The Caryatid Porch of the Erechtheion


The "Room" Where it Happened! The Olive Tree from Athena

The stones in front of the Erechtheion are the remains of the older Mycenaean fortress.

There are numerous other, smaller shrines throughout the Acropolis for the worship of Zeus, Aphrodite, Dionysius, among others. The remains and ruins lay stacked like puzzle pieces, waiting to be reassembled.









Greek culture thrived until the rise of the Romans, who had overtaken the Greeks around 150 BC. During the later years of Roman rule, as Christianity took hold, these formerly pagan sites were converted into Christian churches. After the fall of Rome in 476 AD, Athens became part of Byzantium. It was later occupied and ruled by the Ottoman Turks, starting in 1453. They converted many of the sites into mosques, adding a minaret to one end of the Parthenon. As Athens lost population, the Parthenon was used to store gunpowder. In 1687, the Venetians laid siege to the city and a mortar hit the Acropolis and ignited the gunpowder, which exploded and destroyed the center of the Parthenon.

Thousands of years of history have visited here: victor and vanquished, gods and worshippers, builders and looters. And now us. 

My Big Fat Greek Vacation: Days One & Two - Gratitude

I had time to paint my nails before we left for the airport, and even then we left 10 minutes early.


Smooth drive to the departure area with B behind the wheel. Waved to the front of the line at check-in. Hombre's giant suitcase weighed in at 49 lbs. and my modest 24-incher at a mere 41. TSA fast-pass? Check. It doesn't seem real: no drama, no stress. Is it possible we are embarking on a two week vacation? How did we pull this off? Who even are these people? Mercury retrograde, be damned!

We've been itching to travel for a while, but hasn't everyone? Our last trip together (other than to see family) was to New Orleans in November 2019. We sold our dear Rooby last summer, so no camping lately either. During Covid Times our circle grew smaller and smaller - I have a 2.5 mile "commute" to my office and hombre works from home. The grocery store is across the street from my office. We have so much to be thankful for, and yet...the itch persists.

A friend who's a travel agent suggested to us back in February that travel deals were amazing as the world was ready to reopen, and we had amassed a nice balance of affinity points that begged to be used. Why Greece? I'm not embarrassed to admit that as a literature and history nerd, I like to see the places I've read about. I like to stand in history, not just imagine it. The islands and water and culture appeal to both of us. Plans were made, travel guides borrowed from the library, Rick Steves queued up on the telly.  I downloaded the Duolingo app and practiced rudimentary Greek each evening.



We boarded the flight to Atlanta, the first leg of our trip, and settled in across the aisle from each other. The woman next to K turned to him and said, "Are you together? I can switch seats, if you'd like." At each step it only got better. Every flight was on time. Our luggage transferred smoothly to each plane. Flight attendants seemed genuinely happy to welcome us aboard. Prosecco flowed. Delta served us legitimately good meals on the long leg of our flight from New York to Athens. Our travel agent arranged for a driver to take us to our hotel, and once we had retrieved our luggage, there he was, sign in hand, lead foot not yet apparent. When we checked into our hotel, they announced that they had upgraded us to a suite with a view of the Acropolis. We could even see the Mediterranean, white ships on brilliant blue off in the distance.




And thus began our adventure: with kindness from strangers, with gratitude for our amazing good fortune, and with a face-splitting smile I couldn't erase.