“The Sea of Olives,” Bettina says as we drive through a forest of olive trees that spreads from the water right and left across the flat land and up the mountains to their tops. We ascend precariously to Delphi, and I understand what a mountain town is. My room overlooks the deep valley, the infinity of olive trees, the small town of Itea hugging the bluest inlet of the Gulf of Corinth. I wonder if I should ever leave my balcony up here. I don’t feel the awesome authority of Pythia, but I feel, knees on the railing, arms out, palms up, something.
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Wow, cool treatments.
Speechless. No words to describe this photo. Breathtaking is the closest to it, but it is above that.
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I love what you have to say about the way this place makes you feel.
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Nice, weird, surprising set of images.
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Simple awesome. All the photographs are full of motion.
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Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow
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Vibrant images! Nice job! Much love and naked hugs! 🙂