We take an early bus to Delphi. It’s a pilgrimage many have made before, to the belly button of the earth and the oracle of Apollo. We pass through undulating mountains carpeted with green moss. The closer we get the thicker the air gets, weighted down with water particles until it becomes a visible fog. This condensation becomes a condensed sensation, pouring in streams through the open bus windows.
I sit behind the driver, watching the curvy road roll toward our destination. I’m expecti...
Published on May 11, 2012 08:52