So let’s get it out the way OLYMPIADA is nothing to do with the Olympics and is nowhere near mount Olympus……
We are still in Greece’s most northern region of Macedonia and Greece at its most welcoming, with quiet coastal towns, uncrowded beaches, shady village squares, local markets and of course, the quintessential Greek hospitality.
An amazing gesture of kindness by a passing fisherman has touched both of our hearts and has left the best impression of this place that is ever possible. After the usual conversations about Britexit and the cost of living in the UK we bid him farewell and off he went for an afternoons fishing …..
But on his return, he provided us with a huge bowl of mussels……
So what could be better than fresh mussels? Well fresh mussel cooked in onion,garlic,chill and ouzo !!
But we’re here to discover Aristotle’s birthplace at nearby Ancient Stagira, well I say near by it a whole 300 or 400 meters away……
The remains of Ancient Stageira occupy two hills on a small headland, Stageira itself is a scatter of rubble.
The waters below are pistachio green with perfect coves of yellow sand.
with its enchanting shaded paths that lead visitors between the ruins of fortications, houses and the market place and ever so often places just on the edge of the headland reminding you of that perfect view.
“The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.”