I am immersed in the middle of a grove of olive trees. August is on the island of Corfu. It is a forest so thick that it seems impossible. Olive trees?? The heat and dryness exude a strong odor as "extra virgin". But it's a smell that fills, marks the spot, and you know I always will associate to Greece.
For now do not know where I'm going, but she, her since her high horse, and watch me…
I will still go through the placid Olympia, down south, Mani Peninsula, back Maroon, arrive at Athens…
Yes, I digress also travel route, but is that Delphi imposes
For now I'm in a fishing village on the Ionian island and yet another week I'll be resting. Resting base yiaourti me Meli (yogurt with honey) and feta cheese. Yes, I know! not a very balanced diet. My body knows what, a ratio of the amount of grain that bloom on my skin. Certainly, Speaking of food, try not to make an omelet made in Spain with the octane oil.
The Pythia still there in his grotto, making their designs emanate, writing in the lives of people, printing their future
Yes, I digress also travel route. But is that Delphi imposes.
I figure between worldly reasons why Delphi is located in a place as wild as it is imposed: under Mount Parnassus, dominating the Gulf of Corinth, on a hillside with some unevenness not wiggle, above a vast plain of olive trees down there, the limestone…
Of the reasons why this divine sanctuary of ancient Greece was located here, there is one that silences all other: is the center of the world. The, to be exact, Delphi was the navel of the Kosmos, the Omphalos. Huge stone in the shape of an orphic egg that represents, carved as a braided, the confluence of all the paths at one point or center: Delphi Center.
This gives rise to the myth of the Oracle and the history of some of Greece.
And she, the Pitia, still there in his grotto, making their designs emanate, writing in the lives of people, printing their future.
