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The Salt Marshes of Lesvos
This, my friends, is where all your sea salt comes from. It’s called the Kaloni Salt Pan on the island of Lesvos (Lesbos) and the unique habitat of wetland, ocean, and salt make it a popular bird watching place.
Ancient Karthea in Kea, Greece
It was a long hike down to see the Ancient ruins of Karthea. We hiked down the valley and through a river bed to get to ruins only accessible by foot. Because of this, few people visit these ruins.
Kea Artisanal
I spent the best two days visiting Aglaia Kremezi (a journalist and cookbook author) and her husband Costas at their home, learning how to make traditional and organic Greek dishes.
You can find the recipes on Aglaia’s website:http://www.aglaiakremezi.com/recipes
After being in a large, crazy city like Athens, it was a nice change of pace to spend a few days on the island of Kea. I stayed in the unbelievably charming port city of Korissa.
The moment I set my eyes on it I was totally in love. And as each day came I fell even more in love. It was quaint and so welcoming. Every morning fishermen docked their boats in town to sell fresh seafood to the townspeople. The colors of the building and flowers were spectacular and the beaches were pristine.
It was the my most beloved place of the whole trip.
Athens Central Market
The Athens Central Market is the largest and oldest farmer’s market in Europe. The market itself has different sections such as the fish, meat, and produce sections and it is surrounded by permanent shops selling items ranging from pets to spices.
Walking into the meat market is something I’m not likely going to forget anytime soon. Picture rows and rows of meat and carcasses hanging from each booth and vendors covered in blood. And if you’re an American female walking through the market, watch out. I soon discovered who the real meat was in the meat market-me. Nearly every single vendor I walked past whistled, cheered, hugged, took a picture with, or just grabbed me. Luckily, I was forewarned that this would happen, so I wasn’t too taken aback.
The rest of the markets were less intrusive and the fruit market was vibrant and beautiful. The market, I think, truly captured the bustling culture of Athens.
