|Beach-combing in Katakolon w/cruise ships in background.|
Having spent his traveling cash on airfare when he missed the ship days earlier, he had only 10 Euro in pocket change as we waited for the tiny high-tech train we'd just missed.
With an hour's time to kill we noticed a humble little museum across the tracks. So we traipsed through the weedy adjacent field, and peered in.
|Katakolon Museum, Greece|
"Come on in," she offered, with genuine hospitality. That was our first surprise. What awaited us inside was no less inspiring.
"I'll let you know when the train comes," she offered in perfect English.
She then stood up from her seat behind the entrance booth and proceeded to give us a one-hour private tour of the museum's artifacts, wooden models, dioramas and ingenious inventions. At each well-marked display she shared the history, demonstrated the invention and even let us handle select items in spite of the 'do not touch' signs. She even posed for this photo with my husband. What heart! And we hadn't paid a cent to visit. Such are the kindnesses we experienced from the Greeks.
|Early Greek sundial-style clock adapts to the season's light.|
|High-tech, tiny train.|
|Olympic Field, Starting Line.|
In addition to the traditional tourist stuff, like my husband pretending to launch off the starting blocks, we had Gyros for lunch in Olympia, and pulled money from an ATM as the train had cost double what we'd expected. By end of day, we again had only 5 Euros left.
Upon our return to Katakolon, we headed across the train track to present those few Euros as compensation for our earlier museum visit. The museum was now closed.
|Museum of Ancient Greek Technology|
And after a day of sightseeing, I really wanted an ice cold Coke in one of those little glass bottles, but alas, didn't have a single Euro left. Best not to push our luck.