|Livadakia Beach looking toward|
the Island of Ermoupoli
The images from the classical antiquities remain deep in my thought and in the evening I'm studying Ancient Greek history from Yale lectures on iTunesU. Serifos, in ancient times, was where people from the mainland were exiled and it remains a bit of a backwater place for people who want to be without pretension. Tourism is just beginning here and I'm glad to see it before the hoards come. The barren hills must have been a fearsome thing if the hills were indeed barren in those times. I wonder what you would eat although there are plenty of springs for water. You could certainly fish. I don't know how it became treeless. On the north shore there are many goat and sheep farms and perhaps these animals ate out the roots of the vegetation and the exiled peoples cut down the trees for habitats. It's very similar to Scotland—a stark and awesome beauty. I'll ask Leonardo, the agent, who will take me to lunch on Tuesday to Platis Gialos on the eastern shore. There are taverns and cafes in these little towns at the trailheads to the hideaway beaches only accessible on foot.