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Mystra again, then up to Anavriti Nov 15, 2005

The days are bluring into one another. Today, I spent more time at Mystras. I began at the upper (Pano) gate, the one nearest the Frankish fortress at the pennicle of the hill. I wandered through ruins of houses and businesses then came upon the jewel of Sacred Wisdom (the Church of St. Sophia). The church had imperial patrons and many works of art to show for it. Instead of the usual Panagia with Christchild in the apsidal arch, St. Sophia has Christ the Life Giver there. This is an indication of a connection to the monastery of Christ the Life Giver, another benefitee of the Despots. Then I climbed down to the Church of St. Nicolaos, a Turkish era construction. Many frescos survive there. Then I went down as close to the Paleologan Despot palaces. They are roped off and several groups of workmen were busy doing invisible work. I found a cozy nook to squerrill up in and absorbed the restorations, soon falling asleep. But, I had to rouse myself to get back to the Xenonas to pick up the Mims for a promised trip up to Anavriti and the Panagia (Madonna) Lagadhiotissa at the Monastery of Faneromeni (Revelation). I counted 17 hairpin curves going up the face of the mountain to Anavriti. We quickly found the monastery 2 kilometers north of town, made nice with the caretaker and 2 yound visiting monks, respectfully addressed our petitions to the miracle working Lagadiotissa, put some money in the candle box (wouldn't want the Lagadiotissa to think we were cheap). Admired the flowers and cats in the courtyards, then headed back to Anavriti for a hearty winter repast in a warm mountain taverna. Well, Bubbanikos, Verniotis, and Velmalina just couldn't figure out what all we wanted, so we smilled our way out and wiggled quickly back down the mountain face and fled all the way to Sparti where cheeseburgers and cream cakes made it all better again. The Mims is safely back in her feather bed here at the Xenonas and I'm telling all. And the first miracle has already happened! We actually got a call through from Alma Jean while we were at the Cheeseburger Parlor in Sparti. Mama and I talked her ears off. After a slow start, we finished breakfast at 11:30, the day turned out very well indeed. Thanks for calling Alma. We love you.

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