A Quiet Week on the Greek Coast

The Mani is the part of the Peloponnese that the guidebooks tend to summarise in a paragraph. That paragraph usually mentions the stone tower houses and then moves on. We went specifically because of that paragraph.

Our days settled into a rhythm within about forty-eight hours. Swim before breakfast. Read in the shade until the heat broke. Swim again. Drive ten minutes to a taverna where the menu was whatever had been caught.

There is a kind of rest that only happens when there is genuinely nothing to do. We did not find it on purpose. We just ran out of things to fill the day with, and then kept not filling it, and somewhere in there the actual holiday started.