Searching for the real Arcadia …

 

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Stemnitsa nestles on the edge of the Lousios Gorge. 

ARCADIA! The word suggest images of pastoral bliss and goat-legged Pan, the god of shepherds, twirling around olive trees, playing his pan-pipes. It was a place that inspired the European poets and painters of the 18th and 19th centuries and suggested an innocent, golden age. It sometimes seems more of a mythical place than a real province. So, on a cool autumn day, we set off from the tip of the Messinian peninsula and drove north to discover what Arcadia is all about, and if it still has mythical charm. The excellent Cadogen guidebook, Peloponnese and Athens, describes Arcadia as “one of the best kept secrets of the Peloponnese … a place that seemed ancient even in ancient times”. I know just what that means now as Arcadia has a certain timelessness, sitting snug amid mountains and ravines in the centre of the Peloponnese.

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Gerousia kafeneio, a little piece of traditional Greece

We were heading for the mountain eyrie of Stemnitsa, west of Tripolis. It is one of several mountain outposts in this region, including Dimitsana and Karitaina, but Stemnitsa is also claimed to be one of the 15 most beautiful villages in Greece. Dating back to the Middle Ages, Stemnitsa is built in giddy tiers up a precipice on the western slopes of Mount Menalo, at 1,100 metres, with a view down the long, deep Lousios Gorge.

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Gerousia promises to be cosy in winter with its wood-burning stove

On the day of our visit it had a wintry feel so high up, despite being a warm day elsewhere. The main square is the heart of this old village, with tables and chairs under the walnut and cherry trees, an old church nearby, and a few tavernas and kafeneia. The Gerousia is an elegant old kafeneio with outdoor seating, but it wasn’t hard to imagine how, in deep winter, villagers would be huddled around the central wood-burning stove inside. It has a feel of how kafeneia used to be in Greece, and in case you can’t imagine it, there is a wonderful collection of old photos around the walls showing groups of villagers from last century sitting outside the main door. Sophia, the owner’s mother, is very friendly and obviously proud of the establishment, as it featured not long ago in a travel story in a popular Greek magazine. Along with coffee she serves some of the local sweets like skaltsounia, pastry shells filled with walnuts and honey. She was very taken with our Jack Russell dog Wallace hiding under the table. “He’s very quiet,” she said. I knew she was tempting fate and the minute her back was turned he sprang to life, like Pan chasing a woodland nymph and barked loudly, scattering a group of passers-by. Just another day in Arcadia! Before we left, Sophia gave us a small container of cherry tomatoes from her garden to take away, and insisted we try a couple first. They were sweet and delicious and it was a nice gesture of hospitality. But coffee followed by tomatoes? Don’t try it at home!

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One of the arty village gates

The village is full of old-world charm with some quirky rural corners – great stacks of olive wood for the winter, donkeys tethered in gardens, gates and fences seemingly fashioned by crafty elves from sticks. It could have been a setting for a Brothers Grimm fairytale, without all the scary stuff. The village is best appreciated by walking up the narrow streets bordered by solid stone houses with heavy wooden shutters built for winter weather.

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Cute donkey with a fringe on the top, and a traditional wooden saddle still favoured by villagers

The village is also renowned for its gold and silver smithery and there is school here in an old renovated building that teaches the craft. Several shops selling items made there and also a range of other traditional and modern jewellery, and at least one with more folky designs called the Politimes Dimiourgies.

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Politimes Dimiourgies, one of several jewellery shops in the village near the silversmithery school

There are 18 churches here, from the 12th century to 17th century, though you will need to ask around or the keyholders. The church in the main square, Ayios Yiorgos, is open most mornings and has a nice collection of frescos and an intriguing relic in a silver box which is a piece of bone from the 13-century Peloponnesian saint Leontios. Most of the village is open in the winter and has some nice boutique hotels.

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The spectacular Prodromou monastery hanging onto a rockface on the Lousios Gorge

 

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One of the more curious attractions of this area are the three amazing monasteries built along the side of the Lousios Gorge, particularly the monastery of the Timios  Prodromou. You can’t see the monastery from its parking area at the top of the gorge and a sign sends you on to a cobbled path that leads down the side of the gorge. Just when you think it can’t possibly be here, because there’s nothing but a steep-sided ravine, and trees, you look up and there it is, above you, a long mass of buildings clinging like limpets to the rockface, with some tiny, box-like structures with wooden buttresses underneath. It’s eerily quiet in the afternoon, hours before the monastery opens for visitors, and all you can hear are the sounds of birds and the Lousios river gushing way below, and maybe even Pan pipes when the vibes are right.

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The bullet-scarred door of the monastery church hints at turbulent times 

The Prodromou monastery was established in the 12th century and its church is also built into the rockface, with frescos from the 16th century. It hasn’t always been as quiet though. This area was the haunt of hero and clan chief Theodoros Kolokotronis, who was one of the leaders of the Messinian uprising against the Ottoman Turks that kicked off the War of Independence in 1821. During the war, he took refuge in this area and in the Promdromou church, securely locked by an impenetrable thick wooden door which was repeatedly shot at by the invading Turks and still bears the bullet holes to this day (see photo above).

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Marjory and her woodland sprite Wallace at the ancient site of Gortys

A trip to this region wouldn’t be complete without a visit to the site of Ancient Gortys, further down the gorge from Stemnitsa. The site was established in 335 BC and was once an important shrine and centre of healing. In the river Lousios below, Zeus, the father of the Gods, was said to have been bathed as a child. Alexander the Great was so impressed with the site he offered his breast plate and shield as a tribute.

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Some of the ruins of Ancient Gortys with the Lousios Gorge behind

There’s not much to see here now apart from fallen columns and crumbling walls amid ancient olive trees and clumps of wild sage. The original ‘spa’ and bathing area is still visible, with a curious wall of ‘cublicles’, each with a small stone depression in front, which may have been for foot bathing, and I can only assume the ancient Gortyians had tiny feet.

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Bathing cubicles of ancient Greece?

Arcadia is an enchanting place that does feel rather ancient, a small corner of Greece that probably won’t change much because of its mountainous terrain. Perhaps the minxy nymphs and sprites that inhabit this blissful zone had taken control of our sense of direction but when we left late in the afternoon, with a long drive back to Koroni, we ended up driving west past the equally alluring town of Karitaina, with its massive castle atop a craggy hill, instead of heading south, and added another hour on to our journey. For more information about Arcadia and what to see, visit the Greek government website www.mythicalpeloponnese.gr

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Wallace goes large in his backpack

He ain’t heavy, he’s a Jack Russell!

AFTER my book about living in the Peloponnese, Things Can Only Get Feta (Bene Factum Publishing), came out last year, a few readers contacted me about one of the chapters. They doubted that you could get a Jack Russell terrier to sit still in a rucksack. Readers might recall that we smuggled Wallace into an archaeological site near Kalamata after being told dogs were not allowed in. So, here’s a picture that shows it’s possible. But how did we keep him quiet for a while once he was inside? Well, you’ll just have to read the book … For details about the book and where to buy it and its sequel, Homer’s Where the Heart Is, Big Fat Greek Odyssey website, book page.

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St Theodora – the woman who turned into a church, Arcadian sojourn …

Branching out: The curious sight of oak trees growing from the roof of Ayia Theodora church

TREES grow in curious places and miracles abound where you least expect them – it would seem. On the roof of the tiny stone church of Ayia Theodora, oak trees began to grow after the building was constructed in the 10th century and they’re still there today, their roots apparently reaching down through the walls of the structure towards the natural spring below. Why and how? It’s not clear. Locals say that in line with the curious history of the church, it’s a miracle. Structural experts and academics have visited and studied the church and have so far been unable to offer a scientific explanation for the odd tree growth or its longevity.

It is certainly the strangest and most oddly appealing church we’ve encountered in the Peloponnese so far. And it was especially to see this ecclesiastical phenomenon that we drove to the village of Vastas in Arcadia (a two-hour drive away) on a day when the temperature was nudging 40 degrees. The sun was blistering and yet, in the clearing of a forest where the church is situated, the atmosphere seemed cool and energising, with the natural spring that runs under the church oozing fresh, sweet water into a nearby stream.

The tiny stone church squats under the weight of the 17 trees that soar up from the tiled roof like a stiff-brushed hairdo of eccentric proportions. The curious thing is there is little trace of tree roots apart from a large knot of ancient wood breaking through the stone wall above the front door of the church and disappearing again into its structure. In the confined space inside the church, with its several icons of Ayia Theodora, there is no sign of a root system, however. From the outside, and apart from the front oak, the trees simply appear to be growing straight up out of the tiled roof itself, as if floating on air.

Knotty problem: The front of the church showing a section of tree root which has grown there for over 1,000 years

The local Greeks have believed throughout the centuries that this is a sacred place and that the structure is the miraculous form of Saint Theodora, who prayed before her untimely death for her body to be turned into a church, her hair to become a forest of trees above, her blood a river.

Saint Theodora’s is a curious story even for the Byzantine era in which it originated. In the 9th century, the pious Theodora wished to join a monastery, yet for reasons we’ll never understand decided against a women’s monastery and joined a male establishment instead. After disguising herself as a young man, she changed her name to the male equivalent – Theodoros – and there began her earthly trials at least.

While on one of her many travels outside the monastery to raise funds for its charitable work, a young nun from a nearby monastery, who was pregnant, claimed Theodoros was the father of the child in a bid to protect her real lover. Again for reasons that are blurred with time, Theodora kept her gender a secret and decided to take the rap for the incident as a mark of compassion for the nun’s plight, and the saint was tried and sentenced to death by decapitation.

As the story goes, when the executioner and his cohorts saw Theodora’s naked body before her burial and realised her innocence, they repented their act and built a church to honour her good deeds and her martyrdom.

It was while she was awaiting execution that she uttered her prayer with the wish to be literally turned into a church. A curious story, of course, and while the church itself may not be on a par with other sacred shrines around the globe, and while so far as we know there have been no recorded miraculous healings, the church attracts thousands of pilgrims from all over the world, who come here to keep vigil in the shaded forecourt of the church.

Inside a mystery: Not a tree root in sight within the walls of the tiny church in Arcadia

The church has attracted many engineering experts over the years from Greek and overseas universities. None have so far been able to explain how the walls have been able to withstand the growth of roots through them over a period of more than 1,000 years without the tiny structure of the church being destroyed.

One Greek engineer noted that the weight of the trees on the roof would be around nine tons, which is four times greater than what would normally be tolerated by a structure of this size. Added to this, during times of high winds and rain there would be an even bigger, more disastrous load on the building.

However this odd phenomenon has taken root it is worth seeing for yourself, if miracles excite you at all.  Certainly this part of Arcadia is a fascinating mix of stunning mountains and plains and is only marred by the power-generation plants outside the modern town of Megalopolis. It’s an important industry in this region, but the sight of two giant smoke stacks belching out pollution, at what is sometimes said to be Athenian levels, is slightly discouraging.  At least they’re not visible from every vantage point and there are plenty of stunning beauty spots here, like the archaeological site of Lykosoura.

World’s oldest city: Part of the ruined Temple of Despoina in the ancient site of Lykosoura

Said to be the oldest city in the world, it has the intriguing, ruined Temple of Despoina (the Mistress) dating back to 180BC and situated on a peaceful hillside. The cult statue of the goddess Demeter was once situated here and this was the site of various ancient Mysteries we can only guess at now.

A short drive from here is Mt Lykaio, or Wolf Mountain, with staggering views of the southern Peloponnese on a clear day, and the Taygetos mountain range. It has a windswept Scottish highland feel about it, complete with bright coloured thistles growing on the hillsides and not a soul to be seen. There are tiny churches in the folds of hills, rusting signposts, and other ruined archaeological clusters with columns lying like bleached bones in long grass.

Greece or Scotland? Colourful thistles growing in the hillsides near Mt Lykaio in Arcadia

It was so swelteringly hot, however, that we had to forgo a walk up the final bit of dirt track that leads to the top of Mount Lykaio. Instead we drove back towards the plain and fell upon a natural spring water outlet by the roadside, where the water is cold, sweet and mythically refreshing. We refilled all our empty drink bottles, and later Wallace the dog jumped in to cool his heels. Or maybe he just thought that by immersing himself in the water from Wolf Mountain he’d turn into a tough-guy terrier.

Paws for refreshment: Wallace the Jack Russell cools off in the spring water that flows from Mt Lykaio

Back in the Mani, the church of Ayia Theodora with its crazy Einstein hair seems a world away and yet it is a strange co-incidence that brings it into clear focus again.

One afternoon we are swimming in a quiet cove where several Greeks are floating about under their hats when we get into conversation with a man who is paddling by. He tells us he is in the Mani for his annual August vacation, and that he comes from no other place but the village of Vastas, not far from the church of Ayia Theodora. We ask him: Is the tree growth miraculous?

He smiles under his white baseball cap and tells us that lots of smart university types have looked at the church and measured it and pondered over it. “No-one can ever explain it,” he says with a big Mediterranean shrug.

“So it’s a miracle then?”

He points to the sky. “Only the man up there knows for sure.” He winks and paddles off.

 

Double delight: Our first succulent figs of the season

 

First figs and sea songs

AUGUST has been sweltering. There’s hardly been a day when the temperature has been below 35 degrees, with not one drop of rain or a cloud in the sky. But August has brought the first figs and we have already raided nearby trees for our first supplies and stuffed ourselves silly with them, knowing that in a few short weeks they will all be gone. A lot like the Greek holidaymakers of August who swarm the Mani beaches and entertain us for hours with their manic beach capers and their sheer exuberance for summer, and for that first leap into a cool sea every morning.

Greeks are so completely at home by the sea, and uninhibited, that watching them at play there is a window into their eccentric souls. One morning in a cool sea as flat as a mirror I could hear a man, away out in the deep, singing at the top of his voice, for a good long while. He had a strong, melodic voice and was singing a variety of popular Greek songs, mixed with some opera. For want of something better to do, I swam out to him, and in the manner of most Greeks got straight to the point, asking him why he was singing in the sea.

“I sing in a choir in Athens,” he said, “and this is the best opportunity I get on holiday to practise at the top of my voice, on my own.” Time to leave then, but not before I had put in a request for a favourite Greek song and as I swam back to shore I could hear the first sweet bars of it drifting over the glassy sea. Where else but in Greece, eh?  www.bigfatgreekodyssey.com

Marjory has written three memoirs about her adventures in southern Greece in which she also features a story about Ayia Theodora. Her latest book is A Scorpion In The Lemon Tree, available on all Amazon sites:

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Her two earlier books are also on Amazon. The first, Things Can Only Get Feta is currently on a promo on the British site for 99p. Amazon links below:

Things Can Only Get Feta

Homer’s Where The Heart Is

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